Ever seen a man who lost his soul? Left with his heart rigid like a stone His humanity can be seen, but through a hole His life, his seeds will live to atone He’s like a gastropod A yard away from his shell Sojourns without his conscience onboard Seeks for pleasure in itinerary of hell… Continue reading #BringBackOurGirls: SHALL WE WAIT STILL

#BringBackOurGirls: ASYLUM I CALL

Through the breeze that neglected all mighty sin To air her view She was silenced at gunpoint While those bastards merry with gin all night Before insanity wise to arise, pythons once again. Mind deformity A demons pleasure they gain Dim these lights am nocturnal I be thee! hallowed show end, lumbering eyes, she now… Continue reading #BringBackOurGirls: ASYLUM I CALL


not again! why delight in giving us pain? now it gets nearer next blast, who knows the area? like one whose neck is tied to Death’s string we all are walking on bomb springs bomb are spread everywhere like thorns exploding everywhere in turns we wake up to see a beautiful day but fear it… Continue reading NOT AGAIN


What other language should we use? We have spoken in violence and dialogue yet you refuse Please consider their youthful lives Don’t make they you knew wives Take pity on the womb that bore them Don’t for selfishness end the ancient stem Their homes might not be heaven But their absence has left well wishers… Continue reading #BRINGBACKOURGIRLS: WE IMPLORE YOUR CONSCIENCE


We weep under the cloud of pain Unleashed by the merciless hands of our captors Who shall rescue us? Who shall we tell our stories? Father is far away… Mother is heartbroken… The government is helpless… We weep for the blinking tomorrow which has metamorphosed our minds into fear… Who shall we pray to? Our… Continue reading #BringBackOurGirls: THE UNHEARD VOICES OF CHIBOK GIRLS


Vomit your silence Into a bucket full of tears Tears for sons Suns who presently absent Once shined the dreams of their mothers. Mothered by now murdered mothers, These girls are now mothering bastards Breast-feeding by genetic compulsion The stained innocence born of violent sowing. I will not discuss you, bookman And tell how your… Continue reading STRUGGLING WITH THE PEN

#BringBackOurGirls: MEET ME AT CHIBOK

Meet me at Chibok Where dreams are interwovenly Braided by blood brats Seeking naked thighs Of unripe honey-combs Meet me there At the northern tomb Where many mothers Roll on arid floors Mourning missing mothers Of a near distant-future Soaked in the stench of Boko blood bash Meet me at Chibok With head-lamps, Sirens and… Continue reading #BringBackOurGirls: MEET ME AT CHIBOK