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 cups should have been taken If they are still here then all the cups should […]

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 crashed, maybe he died If he flowed, he may have swam with the tide Something crashed inside the water […]

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 interest in bulky dinner Playing with the plate A coy coil on the bed A detailed attention to the movement of […]

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 crossed But my concern is Many have gone I’m still here Not anywhere near crossing The […]

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 most amazing Queen Ojuola of The Gods Are Not Blame.” Ola Rotimi wrote Sikira for me […]

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 peace, death knocks One last sleep, no sight of dawn Listen, learn, love, forgive Shred fake emotions Build smaller circles Wear good clothes […]

the sweat of rain the savanna on my tongue we may cry wolf paradise may save all sinners the burning bush evenings that bring us olives beyond the frames of my eyes the eyes of darkness for courage’s power the ocean will remember me leonell

I pick them anytime I bend down You cannot imagine the combination of rice, bitter leaf and celery In the mouth of an honest man . My hair stands on edge when a snake slides by Makes fanta smell likes baby’s shit In Senegal where Senghor gave me an award for playing Noliwe And rubbed […]

Giraffes can bore holes in your papers You are always on my mind Nurturing the weak, moulding the image Cemeteries like libraries are silent Chocolates do melt in winter. In China ,my clothes are hid, Perfumed with ON,sitting on ears Hanging the pardon rosary on neck on Sundays Shrugging off tags like ole, barawo ,thief […]