fishing out phases in friends and foes is a sign of the sight of you that shows you’re a piece of paper typed in prose you’re the light, the lens; find a fair pose. Tomide Abdul

three things make or mar a man his desire, his belief, and his deeds if we have poured libations together, and you return to rob the wet sand, it’s a message to us to dig two graves we’ve been down this road in the past Ilorin to Calabar to the ears of Epetedo for this […]

last week, I attended a meeting that poked my thoughts & asked the questions I find answers for which is if what I say is the truth, if it’s fair to all; if it brings goodwill and if it’s beneficial to everyone. I remembered the services then, the visits, the songs, I remember wanting to […]

to worry less is to die is to run from living and to pretend life is a fallacy to worry is to live to accept life as a 2-edged sword with a blunt end, a sharp end and a handle you are either the better part or you are the flatter part or a tool, […]

It’s hard to put one’s hand in fire. It’s even harder for my grandfather to retire. we are back to the same loop to pick between two nincompoops a devil not from fantasy or the hell in the deep blue sea. I am tired of some pot-hole future, the incessant darkness of where we’re going […]

Ifa Olokun asoro dayo Two hundred and fifty-six Odu’fa Orunmila omo Alayeru oni funfun, pupa ati dudu the man in white should do no one evil his acts should be pure, for Obatala only eat bloodless animals – like snails. the man in red lacks patience; should be feared Ogun wants blood as a sacrifice […]

Passion: Blue Diary I climb a mountain daily One word at a time. This time, block letters. My voice needs aid Noise was never my gift. You, however, boxed, shipped, brought home Sugar paper, the scent of a memory I won’t trade Here, all the shades of ink scream Everything’s permissible In a blue diary, […]

The future that we want Lives inside today Just like day Is hidden in the night I have a dream Is the voice of another Who spoke out in a loud whisper Of only his inner thought I have my voice That reflects an inner aspiration Of my most precious thoughts Should I share it […]

it is because of the beauty of a woman that is why she holds her breasts when she runs, not because the breasts is going to fall. the palace curtains are meant to guide light, guide sun, guide moon a crescent type. why then do you pierce your story in forbidden pages? and later seek […]

“The eye never forgets what the heart has seen.” a dark room is a painting of ignorance in its bliss. no scene melts into a story if the feeling is not true. the eye is the left hand cause sin is not far from it, the heart is a right hand cause liberation is its […]