One at a time is the step of life Take a leap when you get to a pit Else, down the pit you’ll dive When you resurface your bearing is lost. Slow and steady is the race of life Never look back ‘cos it’s lost and gone When you meet...
Making fictional fiction Handling the hand without a handle Gossip, our disgrace of truth We are so special Our absent minded self Is so ignorant about it… Forgetting to explain Gear expressions capriciously Like value
Voices on the mount Nyiragongo of Congo. Voices maimed in the genocide of Rwanda. Voices observing the guerrillas of Uganda. Voices silenced in the apartheid of South Africa. Voices navigating the nebulous Nile of Egypt. Voices of tan women raped in the Chadian war. Voices bathing in the cascading falls...
The words of the poet breathe A hare roars An ape dances in a palanquin His advice was to look On in silence but I cannot do so I need to speak of how rabid Our world has become! Man is not man We make Sasabonsam Shudder at our exploits...
Sitting here alone, confined to my troubles Breaded by my worries that pierce through my marrows I long for an escape from these troubles that compound my worries Worries tearing through the depth of my marrows Troubles from my worries, wondering about the future… Of unborn child and the cruelty...
When the evening sun has melted way and lain its shoulders in the undergrowth When the lonely sky stalks in jittering steps the grasses nod to the lullaby of the wind When the moon is at peace with itself the hen preens like an adorable bride Then you will hear...
Its mad here The skies portray rotten debris An awkward assembly, very sour to the chastity in Magdalene A heart is drifting away from the reach of normalcy On top this child’s heart a pebble is liquefying Tell it to the rants of the night the soulful still that pampers...
Once upon a time, there lived a doctor In a small community Yes, a doctor in her simplicity A mother to all – doctor always to the call Alas! She is late! Not in body nor soul, but in dreams Yesterday She was the bright star shining in the sky...
Making fictional fiction Handling the hand without a handle Gossip, our disgrace of truth We are so special Our absent minded self Is so ignorant about it… Forgetting to explain Gear expressions capriciously Like value Words break truth Like crossing Beliefs have lies Ignorance is a role model To the...
Kaduna is not too far from Niger, knobby trees and rotund reefs bind them. Kaduna is not far from Abuja at all, a beauteous shuttle on vitreous miles. But the road to Jos is an ancient path, traceable to the throne, which God planned to craft but Devil resolved to...
