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 […]

‘When brothers fight to the death, a stranger inherits their father’s estate’ do not call a witness to a family feud. the deference of blood is water that runs past the Mariana trenches of our plastic hearts. so there are several bowls to drink from; do not pass it around during the camp by the […]

shards no one can ever be as sad as a broken mirror because broken, a mirror becomes a million parts of angry shards willing to prick skins, hurt hearts and poke emotions. Əĺļə

IT TAKES DISTRESS TO GROW A THING band-aids don’t fix bullet holes like sealed lips don’t offer relief For a boy to become a man he must bury himself alive like a seed, and shoot. he would suffer from the wind, the sun, and the rain then he grows gradually into a man. for a […]