Before tonight. as each passing moment goes by, I wonder, what if tomorrow never comes before time is the first thing to leave and elope with my eyes into the night, before the earth plays foul and swallows me, before I become a spirit that will doubt if my deeds will come to allow me […]

Forever, till death Obsolete squares that I’m made of make me worthy of the good things in life’s carriage, as a germinated seed inspired by poverty, I proudly wear the thorns of my heritage to find a meaning for life, to feel alive. from now until I become older, before I am dead; before I […]

Nights Like This I have tried to be precise In speaking of excellence like it’s attainable After this façade is off, I hope we can fade into real illusions One of twirling sunshine and glaring moonlight But right now i am on my throne Too high to fall off Made myself lord over my emotions As […]

if i am loud, they may think me voluble. witty, i may come off as humorous. quiet, i might be seen as proud. to be Godly is to risk going to heaven. to be unholy is to risk going to hell. the risk is bigger, i can tell. but if i must choose to live […]

Dear Lardo, I can’t wait for you to be a star. Younglan, you should know every hero has a scar. To Voodu, you’re a burden bearer. Even the gods see your hidden sacrifices. Vera, you tell me beauty is not only a shade of colour Aunty B, you teach me that even the old have […]

I don’t need to see you or hear as you speak before I listen to you, ask for your guidance, and follow your teachings. I have reservations about some who claim to bear your messages. but I do not doubt you are everything you say you are. Tomide Abdul

If God is alive， Why do good people die? Do good people die Because Heaven is real? If only the good go to heaven How is hell filled with so many people? We? Who are we? Who are we to be? And why are we to be? You question questions When the answers are not […]

if you beat the drums of war hard something about you moves the motion moves your body to sweat, and your palm begins to blister. it is you enjoying the rhythm that others are dancing to. tell the others who so seek the sweet in honey that there’s sting in the bee it’s the pain […]

I have washed my hands with the permission of the elders, and libations to gods of our land. I beg to differ on Mazi’s comparison. the death of an elderly man is not always a burning library. sometimes, it is a written book that has no letters, words, clauses, sentences, paragraphs, pages or chapters worthy […]