Say do not be as light as a whisper when finding god in a thought. the prayers unsaid as a heathen is only oil towards fire. hesitate your hearing, remove the plugs from your mind I won’t reiterate mistakes, I won’t utter the pain you cause me with words. for your curses are imbibed in […]

of the wonders of the world, age is less spoken about the transition from moving from an infant with little or no knowledge to an adult, grown, fully responsible, and queen. gracious and elegant, your grace, your reign has etched itself in the atmosphere. for generations to come, tales of you would be told to […]

When you came All the way by road From Ghana to Nigeria I didn’t know how to receive you Because we were so close in school It was easier for two foreigners To find each other And render a service Based on perception Of what we need I needed to protect you From folks who […]

never would a leaf leave its branch on its will. in death and destruction they hold on- twigs to branch branch to trunk trunk to roots roots to earth earth to nature- the long they’ve been, lineage of strength, fruits, and oneness. lest they let go to rot Əĺļə

the itinerary is drawn from the mid with plans to save coats for the rain the moon forever bears witness these thoughts honk mostly at night it’s a few more nights until we get it right about an arm’s length until the end heavens swerve at a sharp bend rain falls and coats have to […]

it took this long to realize that i was wasting time watering flowers already rooted by the bank of a fast flowing river no wonder, my efforts meant nothing. there’s no reason why a gully would ever become a river or a lake become an ocean people would always be themselves no matter how much […]

in school, we had the “choc city crew” boys & girls from ‘teau with weird names I always gaped at their shoulder pads many years later was my first to the state. the wild women that are down to cuddle, Talyoung and his effect on his community, Rudolph and living longer than popularity, Aunty B […]

Before Before dawn is always darkest Like the hearts of men Who forget easily the greatness of God It It is the way of the onion To make the eyes shed tears And the mouth taste better days It is the way of the onion. Bose

bent over into under clayed as a ware drowned in a stream of dreams locked and lost in inner mystery yourself first wanderer, last sufferer such a dead living piece missing in this race eternity leads forgotten creed bent over into under Əĺļə

Not always do we have a choice To be or not to be That’s why in life Our dos and don’ts Are not written In words or in emulation. If it is right It’s in our power To do what we can But the art in us Prefers the book of chronicles Writing the right. […]