A Dying World, lost in Smoke-filled screenplays Ploys, plots of darkness Celestial congestion Political disaster Hell preaching saints and saviour Save yourself from this messiness, Merciless tongue lashing liars Marketing to get food They offer deceit Remember son Pray always Death will Come. Victor Oyedele

wake! wake up reality checks on Monday when the desk is filled with nothing to do or everything can’t get enough of themselves so they bother you but there’s little to do when there’s nothing to do with self but work Monday is an alarm clock that rings only after Sunday evening rests get a […]

darkness lies in their light so they wander in frail emotions to them, every word is a wave of the sword they wear their eyes a lens of choices and adorn their lips with sentiments their ears choose what is right leaving their brains not to see lies another’s is tagged imprecise they become an […]

it’s hard to applaud when others win and you don’t, the pain lies beneath your skin yes, it costs more than a dime to wait and carefully climb. but before the turn is yours- clap and grin we’re victims; hypocrisy is a plaque so while you chase, allow others to track build, you are your […]

Yesterday I promised to do well to convince someone is to cast a spell so I rowed my conscience boat appeased myself with this note: “to get to heaven, we go through hell.” so, to live before my soul will ascend to exercise my right as a friend today I’ll tell a new lie with […]

Let me be the first to say this Or the last, I’m always amiss I might puke over their laws and be broken when they pause Chance is what makes me pour my diss Give me one day and I’m the same Doing all the things that I blame Body no be firewood my good […]

I cannot deny that your eyes strip me of all that makes me wise daily, before death at night i try to put up a fight to be all you want; do you do likewise? no. so don’t look out your window, I’m gone my heart is a careless widow, it’s done i learnt to […]

5:06 p.m. one day a visitor will come he will come to find you he will come with bags the size of your happiness or the heap of your anger he will come he will seek for shelter in your house he will be a stranger even stranger he will be a leper he will […]

8: 03 a.m. today i killed a bird it was not in the sky it was supposed to fly it wasn’t meant to die it was hit it disappeared maybe it flew maybe then it knew it was meant to fly it was meant for the sky it wasn’t meant to die but it was […]

10: 43 p.m. can i speak, my lord? may i state on record that deflate is only a word not a threat to stir this army of guilt or purge the witness of filth. as a child i understood how rude it’d be to disagree with an elder but woe may come should he blame […]