Known with antique native history, Seldom ranking among the perfunctory. A hospitable home of avid writers, Perusing books with fat chapters. Custodian of all facets of literature, Notably blessed for her diverse culture. Minna, the birthplace of some Teflon, That many eyes gawk at as despicable don. A grand home-phange...
How can the flower blossom when the Garden ebbs in cancer? Who will notice our tears in dark rains to restore? …and whose hands will saviour who dines unsublime? Today is libyans, a tale we tell of Escapees; but to wither a leper in this Ancestry or war- through a...
I hear cries everywhere At night I sleep not In the day restless I be I see the homes of me families Turn to shreds Blood suckers everywhere On our lands the lads cry for mama’s breast But mama is gone Gone so far that we see her not Daddy is...
Your night came as whirlwind sweeping the tides to thorns and misery. For love, you became unioned in a scandal whose hero jailed truth for white lies. Kirikiri unfleshed your dreams, dreams fractured by crucified Sikiru, ‘SARS’ bound, and your days, five years a slave, and two preys planted...
As parts of my body wither, My bones are eager to desiccate. My eyes rove hither and thither, As though I felt the urge to defecate. I heard death grants solace. Verily, my vices need grace. I believe my end is near, For I to meet my merciful maker. And...
… with eyes still offloading yesterday’s affliction he sprouts before the cock yawns, robes out flawlessly in multiple sighs, wings swiftly like the eagle though in legs in this unripe morn But who cares anyway, come rain, come shine, so long he meets the Lord’s demands! Hours later, He wars...
Ours is a Landfull of Chameleons, Tigers and Hawks; a wild community of Vipers, and dicers who build us castles of snakes, with cancerous legacies, a trail to blaze by our generation. and as a people, ants, and sheep’s who shadows in red silence and eat pains as honeycomb. Ours is...
When I am no more I will still be like the sting of a bee flesh deep in your mind leaving behind traces of my existence. When I am no more I will forfeit this flesh that of frailty reeks. I will peel off mortality and finally cloth me with...
War. Who again is climbing the walls of war after the death of soldiers? Who will show us how swords and guns turned the dusk to nightly behavior and erased the power of blood shedded on ground that birds could drink and live on. Who shall wake us when the...
In scramble of parties for the public purse, money becomes election_ and duties are forsaken. Yes! Our husband abdicates his onus, now they say he’s an imbecile, some say he don craze before before, perhaps, he has gone mad again, or, he was always mad, but, are we not to...
