To bow and be used... choosing to live and be useful. Not allowing another's existence impede A life of service. Will there be gain... who can say? But to choose not to go mad, and let another carelessly go on living making meaningless a life so vital. Choosing to serve and be of service... letting [...]
He is set to marry now...my son. I still see the attributes of his childhood in him. often. I see the selfishness of some of his decisions. I am his mother. I see the man that needs frequent subtle guidance. every now and then. I am afraid to thrust his ship to another. will she [...]
With perfect agility and know- she acts out her part, wittingly uncaring of the damage she leaves in her wake. Sonorous, beautiful and sought after, never faithful to none other but for the pleasing of her needs, tumultuously wrapped in the veils of innocence. All remain deceived. Some can see the plot but the drama [...]
When my eyes beheld my beloved sitting so close to the brother of my blood, ...each unaware of the other, the milk in my breasts uncurdled. The joy of the waters of my heart flew unrestrained through the windows of my vessel. Oh! that each knew of the other. Oh! that I could tell how [...]
I desperately want to paint. furiously desperate, i find no words. no muse. no blood. to paint the emotions that have me bound tightly. I sit there and realize the frustrations many call writers block. i am. never. blocked. I just spill, into the crevices that passionately has nipples hardened. a lack of braininess. just [...]
He sat there with eyes vividly grey, explaining away irrationally his strong pride as a member of the PIE club. Yes, PIE. Sounds corny? Let me shed more light. So lets say your little girl/boy innocently wanders into the laps of such men-brothers/uncles/friends/teachers/pastors/men/women who are members of this club, and she "shows interest in being [...]
To win his heart or to let it be? The savage leavings of another’s selfishness... scattered abroad for the scavenger to find. To win his heart or to let it be. To be a balm that salves the aches she left behind... the mess we now see disguised in the new love for alcohol [...]
To learn to trust again and undo the scars of yesteryears. To unlearn the secret evils of man’s heart, to give another sole reign of your innocence and ignorance. Can this ever be done? Will it be the undoing of the fabric of experience or the opening of the war-worn petals to the blooming [...]
The parting is not in the now, But for when it eventually takes place; I hope my loving heart gets a memo... Make it detailed. tell me how it isn't about me but all about you; make all the anthems ring true. Tell me the leaving is for my sake and not because of your [...]
Aggrieved Woman. I watch the blood spill... dropping slowly and sweetly like agbalumo with fierce red nipples. It should have given pleasure Alas! the soft petals that give acridity to the mouth making it puckered like an embittered cunt! Generations undone. the blood drips fresh. it can't be helped. If only I had not met [...]
I would probably have bought a gift today...no! scratch that, I would have given you yesternight. We both know I was never good at keeping surprises! Ade! Ade! Ade! screeching at the top of your voice, it used to irritate me: must you scream! Kai! Ishola-Ade, ma binu now... Ishola, Isho omo agun ma te( [...]
Mama...oh mama, were there dreams and hopes pregnant for my birth.
I would not know how to indeed go about these "thoughts" BUT I must set it forth and see what it births from there. Is it that Democracy has caused some of us to become crazy or is that the insistent and inherent option of Choice has caused us not to be able to see [...]
Off it goes! The most exaggerated tool in existence... Bang! bang! bang! Just a lil poke and out spills all. There it sits... in all its humility, on its own very calm, until a lil prod you give it! Off goes the catch of restriction! Out pours all the virtues... Secrets kept in vain! In [...]
these dreams just won't stop...i decided to tell it to the streets!
Nigeria, and her constant lamentations of hope...a dirge I am tired of listening to! Oh just when will the end come?
Ify Omalicha...for the few who knew and read her works, her death was a sudden shock I still have not gotten over...
the art of writing acts as a midwife to ideas of the heart...
I wished I knew when you will be touching down, i mean the exact time... maybe then this fear of hoping will not leave me in weaves? I look forward to you... to us. to the trail I see us blaze. I indeed look forward to responsibility probably, accountability too... can we add some spice [...]
Each day I pass through you, living and reliving the memories... seeing things I never grasped! Afraid to relive here in reality. Passing through you I feel undressed. Naked to the eyes that stare back at me, through me, By me, blank. ...they dare me, to think. to ask. to trouble endlessly: should [...]
it's the dance of the child or so they said in the folklores... they could look into your eyes and see beyond... their voices were loud in Olodumare's ears, yet, in things as delicately woven, and symmetrically balanced as a man-woman affair, they remain as uncouth. as unknowing as the frogs on the bank. [...]
what have i done? the girl after various beatings was finally dragged off. topless and one short of a friend. she must have received the beating of her life, how else can I describe the belts, the slaps, and the kicks? I sat there and saw a child maybe fifteen going on sixteen, [...]
i looked back and I heard the pleas... i could not fathom my feelings: it went from alarm to elation. then confusion. yet, this girl persisted and refused. she refused to be dragged off the bus, it was as if she knew what was coming... it was as if I had no idea of [...]
the Thief, the Whistle-blower and the Mad-men II.
The Thief, The Whistle-blower and the Mad men..
I look at you... laughing out loud from the other side of the mirror. I see your dissatisfaction, perfectly mirrored in mine... I know the answers to your listlessness Do you know mine? Sister in crime, sister mine... Girl in distress, they all want us for a mistress! we play games with them [...]
I remember my years in mushin... Years i cannot buy back; memories of a life well adjusted, of days unruffled by hardships! memories of a time and place that seem so unreal now... As i drive through, I see dreams I did not believe real. realities i never imagined possible, of times I never dreamed [...]
Dilly dallies... conversing on our "nothingness" and then she steps in: beautifully attired. Very unlike our own fat assed women. hugs and reminisces visited! In our own corner: struggling babes that we are, We visit our own "nothingness" In visiting, we reach a border of 'cross laughter... the kind that sounds crassest out of genuineness. [...]
O thou most wretched of women Hear thou my cry Bereaved i cry out Adamant in my pain. Olaitan has mocked me, Out in the streets He has. See my shame out in the open! Aduke has come, To make sacrifices for the children. She has made an atonement A peace that leaves me in [...]
Steal not my childhood from me Neither deprive me of the days When ignorance was most profound Force me not into education Let the years of tales satisfy Let the years of animal hunting Oh such glorious years! Let them for me be enough. The days when okporoko Was d fish most delicious in d [...]
How do I tell a story this burdensome? Uncle came and touched me. He said it is payback for the years mum made him lick her till she came. I hate myself. I hate that he is touching Yemisi too. if only I could take her own on mine. she is just 7. I heard [...]
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