Poetry: In Memory of Libya Again!

I’ve heard stories that churned my insides Of poverty, war, lips and limbs maimed Of a city where a head had a price The sun and moon set not for the wise Sky, covered in red, green and black...

Work Rules

To thyself alone be loyal Fly solo, forget the choir The lizard nod should get you through the day Let your passion fuel your actions Work within reason for a season Never bury your dreams when the...

Governance Rules

I do not make change. Change makes me. The masses are a reflection of what’s within me. So if change changes me, Then, change comes to them. There’s nothing to change in Nigeria, But...

Rules of Life

be water; flow, settle, sweep & rest be air, allow the world inhale you smile, it is good investment sleep, this is how you heal pray if you believe in it cry, dirt needs a passage dance, uplift...

These are Vows

just let me love you and not panic at the sight of others. my love is sufficient for as much as the seekers of it. understand that an eagle must keep flying, finding solace in nests that welcome him...

Sometimes loud

as with whispers heard in the hush grace of pride hidden in a word of a child who lied and a mother who cried everything slurred from first to third are left inside what comes out is a tide of...

Picture or Perfect?

Take a pose, stand still Twitch your eyes, open your ear For this ill, One needs more than just beer To beat what has now become our fear Everyone must take a pill Or we’d just die in the mill...

A kind of Prayer

for breath that ceases that we may remain alive we are grateful for in the face of flood and water that know no depth except on dry land and dreams that become despite many ruthless sleeps we are...

How to be you

Wake up in a bed that can bear your weight Be grateful that you didn’t fall through when the night was upon you If there were wounds, Nurse them Feed them to the air Take in breaths that wake...

More Poets, Less Poems

we must know that poems do not write themselves and poets do not hang on shelves if sinners are misled by God and awe in awesome is flawed the city will be empty of people as the effect will ripple...

Where the brain lives

If the brain can be seen, Mine would be a place Far away from home, Where no one is allowed, A tree bearing fruits for thoughts This heart will be a shrine To aid the gods in judgments, A lot of...