DILEMMA OF A GHOST

It was true, the whispers I heard from the royal dead? Was such our fate and tale to tell—to be lost, faded, and refurbished by the hand of death, sutured to be torn again like the garments of the peasant’s closet? If by one man’s stomach a generation will trust a tomb with their peaceContinue reading “DILEMMA OF A GHOST”

THIS IS US

Love: a bonny symphonic orchestra.At least that was what we desired to be—Needing every excerpt in its extra,And sipping its resplendent creamy brie. Perfection was the adage we aimed for.We’d praised its being with everything usForgetting every titanic could tore.In love’s mirage, we rode on hatred bus. Fairly, our stunning love was a puzzle;Riddle ofContinue reading “THIS IS US”

WHAT SHALL WE EAT?

Meat and fish, gizzard and croaker,All rolled into one steaming hot and large bowlof hunger as harsh as the sun in Sokoto,And lack that grips us as firmly as a viceas we sing in fuzzy voices: what shall we eat? Rice and beans, egusi and fufu,We hope for some but are fed fullof empty promisesContinue reading “WHAT SHALL WE EAT?”

THAT’S ALL I WANT TO HEAR

I dug till I met the crust of your smileAnd realized it wasn’t mine.You should have told me‘Cos I’ve fallen so much thatI can’t find my way home.Hey, you should have told me. “I wish I could show you the way out,But I love you so much thatMy heart’s jungle wants you lost in it.Yes,Continue reading “THAT’S ALL I WANT TO HEAR”

IF TEARS COULD ONLY SPEAK

I lived the moment I died.I journeyed the moment I slept.I knew places my legs touched not.I drank the dew of the moons,I got lost in the open,And I fed from tables’ remnants I used to be revered by million smilesTo be held by pristine solaceTo be called honey.I used to be…Nothing more than thisContinue reading “IF TEARS COULD ONLY SPEAK”

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