A Foul Smell

The way they eat eggs All mixed with beans, bread and coke As if the concoction is a necessary preparation For blowing up the planet And we all look so nice and innocent, Not imagining whose bottom...

The Problem with knowing

the trouble with knowing is knowing enough. the trouble with knowing enough Is not knowing enough the trouble with not knowing enough is knowing and not knowing at all. We know therefore we know not...

OUR HAPPINESS, OUR CHOICE

The fire flows like water. The water fumes like fire. Bubbles inside the rage. The air can’t be breathing, The inside burns intensely, Right here, Where we choose to reside. We throw fire like...

There are boxes in this poem

There’s one box in this room if three boxes are added and that is regarded there’ll be four boxes in this room. if six boxes are added and five more discarded there’ll be five boxes...

Fifteen cups & a poem

There are 15 cups in this poem. If you find less, someone has picked. If you find more, well, you’ve been tricked. If you find none then maybe there are no cups. At the end of this poem all the...

Tobi in the water

Tobi has fallen inside the water. Maybe he crashed. Maybe he flowed. The community is bothered about his daughter His wife is worried about the monies he owed Maybe he crashed, maybe he flowed If he...

Search for the message

What’s the last book you read What do think of the movie Making small intellectual conversation An early evening bath A scented bath Different from other baths A negligée in its true sense No...

Toast to how to

Look right, left and right again I did But I’m still here On this side of the road. Others came, Did a snake dance without looking Except at the nose of the cars And they are there. Many have...

My Wins, My wins, My wins

Look at this girl Who responded to an advert “If you can dance If you can sing If you can act Come to Ori Olokun Ile ife” I came , I saw ,I conquered. The Daily Times said, “The...

Do not repeat any word

Opinions not shared Isn’t lack of ideas Smiles should be worn Tomorrow is an unborn child With another daughter, maybe son Just like darkness owes light Gifts we know nothing about Without...