Where is the last path on this map? Where does it leads? The end or the beginning of endlessness? I'm exhausted cramming every escape route that leads out of this chink - a house without home - such is a life without laughter. The fleshes of the tortoiseshell-skinned beads of...

I’m back in this place where the moon rejoices at the hearing of melodious lullabies sung into the cranium of crying babies who are stuck to mother’s backs at the end of noon tide. . I’m back in this place where death raises the deads of the cemetry and hades...

I like to feel it again When you will take me home And I will gaze thru the window as we wheel-on For as far as we journey forward Trees will journey behind us I like to think it again When you will take me home Mama will be so...

We have returned, From a no-named world where skinny brown trees of muse bore trite words to feed starved lungs The performance of golden sandstorms Roasted-looking leaves rise and fall in obedience to the rotten wave For two full moon, my pallid pen lodged in this world where writers are...

In my imaginings of home, Place and identity, a door opens. And I see the old country, The one I left behind. The house at that dusty Street Where memories are located Stares at me; its eyes impassive. When I left years ago, I left the door unlocked So I...

I pay obeisance to all Málọmọ́ To all Kòkúmọ́, to all Kúdáyísí…… When the lion roars All animals keep calm When a cock crows Its members accompany it When gángan drum sounds Both old and young dance to it When Àbíkú displays The whole household is thrown into confusion They...

Daddy must not know Mama must not hear I’ve bitten more than I can chew! What will I tell mama? I made my beauty a god A lesser one than money I worship Nightly vigils on different beds I, ace chorister in the church Father is a pastor Mother an...

How joyful a boy I am When I eat Banga soup with pounded yam; When Mama appears from the market With her palm fruit-filled basket How cleverly she prepares the chicken And chops up the pumpkin leaves As she washes to cook the palm nuts, I make ready the cooking...

Once upon a time… I remember something From when I was still young Yes, I think its a warm feeling I remember love, within our family A bond that was very strong My mother… She is a dark, beautiful With a gentle smile She moves gaily, talks softly Almost silent,...

A Father is a friend Who understands our weaknesses and weariness Yet promotes our strength and song He sticks closer than a brother. A Father is the Authority Who lives by example Demands discipline though it pains He walks with us through the desert. A Father is a Treasure of...