no one will forget the days I recall the hurt of slumber or smile of revenge i recall my heart you left in a mall for trespassers’ temptation to scavenge the sweet nights of bad dreams held in a room no one forgets my kite that never flew how you cut off its legs, later […]

my heart to you as a permanent loan ours should have been the wind – blowing freely until you left for Kenya on your own to explore, meet men who speak Swahili ours was supposed to be oil on water sinking and immediately rising but you let another be the plotter tick, tock, you were […]

The size of the ladle is not the spoon, it is why the night blankets like it’s day. so tonight you may write about the moon as it comes out to prove what you can’t say. from the words that hide, write about its shade, say elements of why it will not come even while […]

I’m in Position whether you like it or not call thunder to crack my nut. you push me, I no go move I go show love as my prove i’ve taken a stand on my feet I don dey where you must to greet if na morning sef, I go dey you must leave, cause […]

Before You Go Remember to pack All your kisses Left on the face Of my pillow case Can’t remember which prick You used more often The one coated with sugar Or soaked in sour sop Before you go Erase my number I don’t want to see your bumper Eat them for dinner Bose

A VALEDICTION Listen to the hymn below accompanied by deep hurt enclosed in a high yet low tone of poem with no shirt. I won’t stay, please don’t let me freeze to death waiting and still dying. so long glass with peace sign I now pass my lifeline Ruddapoet

Cut. Stitch. Heal Dung not your mind you’re good as kind cut lines that hurt dung not your mind Stitch broken bridges place a cello tape flat lands are ridges Stitch broken bridges Lame circles you should leave a wound needs air to breathe hold not the pain, escape leave that ground, use your cape […]

Pablo, please pay out of all not this call don’t delay please pay, pal you’re a flower waiting to bloom like a flower prepare for doom you may live to tell or may leave to hell life is a planned mess it’s a game of chess Tomide Abdul

broken promises time wasting not listening bad governance racism, bigotry why should one say what they won’t do? nobody is ‘free,’ we all learn to sacrifice to find a listening ear, you have to be one one who isn’t willing to serve cannot lead skin colours, religious differences – humans family, acquaintances, friends almost everyone. […]

if it’s love we talk about then it’s no use some days you choose others you just stay hopeless and i i have a jar of hopelessness as wide as space a stretch as the ocean i feed to my wife as a river to my mother as a stream to my sister as a […]