Because he wore a police uniform He saw it as a license To inflict pain on others For an offence not stated First collecting his phone Then proceeding to smash it onto the ground He then went physical Until people intervened Wish he had punched out Two of his stupid teeth In retaliation Such is […]

the charade of men is the pretence worn on the face to show for every aluta chant there’s a looters’ rant charming to sell a secret not to tell a deposit with interest when a mother is asked she knows how many are hers the thumb is an offering Tomide Abdul

every stillness was a message he never forgot his priorities all he wasn’t he made up for until an unseen strike with no remorse all that held water was made half then he left without a word he left without a how-to all the water dried up all he made up for was undone all […]

on a sunny day, a boy and a girl eleven and thirteen in police uniforms were negotiating. I stood across within ears’ reach. a man inside offered to pay the driver replied “they’re young but behave like their parents, the police.” I choked on my corn. the man smiled but didn’t utter a word. he […]

a sign will show under ifa’s guidance twenty-one cowries one filled calabash opon would ask for seven women in white seven women in red seven women in black with a worthy arugba time is the message earth can’t dodge the rain that pours with libations we pray for the rain to spread the message that […]

A ball of fire May come with the hire Well paid scum Lay about free bum On the bright side of hell Bose

his eyes sprung wide to the perfect idea of a sharpened pencil that can paint his sin she sat with a smile as he stroked his pen against the wet hue it’s where she’s been hers was an aisle he’s longed to pass he envies doomed men he longs to be their twin the art […]

ignore the calls, dear child darkness conceals the faces of monsters and good men there’s no mark for a saint the sun that shines at noon returns sometimes at night in pieces to litter the sky as stars this myth is not for the faint have all your grudges reconciled all that I say is […]

cut out a little skin craft, graft, replace assemble him and her this week is to amend to make bold your chin make pleasing your face to mould you completely and allow errors to blend shift knuckles to feet butt flesh to lips to point the nose this week is to bend to make fat […]

What are friends for If not for the occasional Show of love Backbiting, and Poke nosing. Imagine what life would be If friends don’t fight Boredom and loneliness Will kill you Fights bind us In cords of love For always And when friends fight We are truly broken Sincerely. Bose.