how much should a slave be sold? is ice ever cold? i’ll like to ask my inner me what use is keeping an enemy we’re not allowed to fight free. with us, wars do not agree with a bag of gold where appetite may be controlled. Əĺļə

Have you been invited yet And getting your acts together? It will be a dance of a lifetime Relics of what may never end It may not be about the invitee But where you want to be In your mind or in your body Invite yourself to a party Bose

-the Nigerian charade- a poor chess move the ban on bikes without alternatives; some picked up guns some picked up death some picked up drugs some picked up themselves went from a bi to a tri; if one can raise an arm doesn’t have arthritis is blind enough to see has a mouth to feed; […]

Musa stands in the middle beneath where he hasn’t been above where he emerged from he knows people from above that wrinkles tell their story he knows people from above that are happy to be there he still sees people below another one just bit the dust he still sees people below doing all they […]

in a garden at night a scholar & his teacher passed some drunk men singing and dancing. he asked the teacher where one can find joy, the teacher responded “read the holy book.” the boy read carefully until he found a verse that tells a believer not to take intoxicants. he left every night to […]

a herder that chooses to fall in love with the animals, wouldn’t sell to a butcher, too emotional to slaughter, will end up with many friends, will have more from mating, will cater from his pocket, will have no profit to continue, will wallow in debt and misery. when there’s famine and food, the hungry […]

as we break this kola to chew and nod egos on that cracked wall, let’s not forget libation to the gods and to the men who wouldn’t die. to Patrick Chukwuma Kaduna Nzeogwu, to the premiers of the regions assassinated. to Johnson Thomas Umunnakwe Aguiyi-Ironsi, to Murtala Muhammad; I hope you’re friends now. to Theophilus […]

his kind is the rider the one whose accent is thick his sisters are the hawkers the ones that sell nuts from the ground his people are the leaders the ones who we have to revere his clan is the deciders the highest count is declared the victor his name is laughed at the one […]

This dwindling candle Buried in a broken heart Has come to represent Our farewell to Babylon And a looking up.to Another city, Made of gold A place of reunion Where those that travelled before us reside Before then, like a dwindling candle We are here Blown by every wind of doctrine And all we can […]

Behind the curtain of choices She hangs by indecision, Floating between premises; To rise or to fall. With little to no control, Suspended by unseen threads; Fear, lack, in-balance or not enough cards If I could help, I’d knit her threads So she can hang by factors; By choices of swinging forward or back I’d […]