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”
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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?”
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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Tears Are Words Worth Writing. ©TurksonQuills
BEFORE THE CATHEDRALS
Before the cathedrals,We knew good and evil.Before the cathedrals,We knew the way to our GOD.Before the cathedrals,We knew.What happened to us,Sons and daughters of the soil?Why did we call our sacred land evil?Why did we call our cultural values primitive?Why did we look down on ourselves? We’ve allowed people kill our essence.How do we thenContinue reading “BEFORE THE CATHEDRALS”
THE SUICIDE NOTE
I stopped writing the moment you left.You were my inspiration for every single word I thought of.I loved the desire of your eyes when they looked at me. Many a time, I felt your hug was the safest haven (tears flow from eyes).Since you left,I’ve swum in reverie thinking we were a thing,Thinking we wereContinue reading “THE SUICIDE NOTE”
BEST DECISION
I miss the way I used to miss you—It was awesome,But it’s all erstwhile now.I’d wished for better.I’m glad I loved you though.‘Tis the best decision I ever took. ©TurksonQuills
LOST IN BETWEEN DAWNS
…I thought ’twas one of the odd days of loveWhere the curls of your hair will walk away from me,And still, respond with a wink.Where dashing for the doorknobWas just a way you expressed anger and disgust—It wasn’t. At least, it could’ve been voiced—this breakup,Or probably said over lunch,But it came with a beep—A textContinue reading “LOST IN BETWEEN DAWNS”
YESTERDAY’S DAWN
Here I stand,On the spot of our first day of meeting,On the spot we said, ‘yes,’On the spot we stamped our vestige(?) Thinking, maybe, that ‘it’s over’ was just a dream of yesterday,But it wasn’t. How could you? How could youMake me sleep on your words?My life was rung round your promises,Promises of an unendingContinue reading “YESTERDAY’S DAWN”
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