my friend was bothered about what people will think if she left her man so she wined and dined with her abuser; and now she’s resting in peace Tomide Abdul

Once we were apes. Our father. Twice, he lived in the woods. He wore leaves as hoods And also our mother, Her arms were strong. But this rite has gone wrong We peeling off the skin that covered us for long. Concealing our true faces after for us the foundation has been laid. The broods, […]

For God, it is man alone. For Samson, it was his hair. For Adam, it was the woman, fair. For Goliath, it was a stone. They fell. Every paradise can become hell. The house of freedom can become a cell. The Tower of Babel would crumple on its own If you can change the tongue […]

It was a hot afternoon And children spread outside Like bees sucking on yellow petals Of beautiful flowers By the river bed. Along the narrow road That ran through the village A mile, a long line of military trucks Carrying soldiers to the east To keep the nation at ease. Three trucks stopped. A handsome […]

goodluck in explaining to a man that his seven-year-old daughter and his twelve-year-old son and his 10-year-old twin are all his children and he is their father but his wife who always preferred to be with her mother whenever she is pregnant because of a long-standing family tradition is not their biological mother for she […]

Let us toast tonight to memories beneath this sheet, let’s intertwine eat drink bite and smooch for by dawn one of us may leave this book so let’s write prose and orgasm Tomide Abdul

If I get lost, find me in fat one’s room– there is no place i’d rather be. 0 i will dance for aunty b she’ll smile and say that she loves me a lot 0 then i’ll sneak at night to be with my butterfly, nectar in my heart until dawn do us part. Younglan […]

That day I will dance and shame people. I’d bring a pearly friend there. for rice don’t be shocked If I dance more than the groom when I impress lady friends and her Damn! Leon will dance for the first time and gods will bless our union like theirs. Ruddapoet

hello, i’m sorry i missed your call i’d called back, but dialed an extra 0 forgive me how’s your daughter now? is she yet as strong as her brother? is she as wild at least? i’ll call again without one more 0 my daughter sends her love. leonell echa

Dusk Because the sun now slumps into midnight, His weight willing down the world The same way a four-year-old might pull down Curtains, I am compelled to become crazy, maddened By the inevitability of this soundless, dumb Cul-de-sac inventing sound—the possibility of moths Learning to feel the weight of the wings against their bodies, The […]