A CHUNK OF HER
She is a parcel of missing lettersWears a placard of misspelt prioritiesHere, they scramble to smash her records She is frailLike the shape of broken figurinesShe loves the barn next doorBut has forgotten to number her yams She is fed up with liesAnd a bloated memory Tales by moonlightMungo Park donated a scoopThat’s how he […]
UP NEPA
I remember vividly the first wordsI ever uttered as a kidUp Nepa! The only words that broke the silenceIn my lonely streetDangling on dusty rooftopsOf resurrected slumbersAnd blinking bulbs Up Nepa!The only song that hung on my lipsAnd stuck to my ribsA sonorous lullaby Of muffled applausesSlowly fading awayOf rumpled ball gownsBegging to be pressed […]
WE WILL SING AGAIN
Sadly, I will not call this a poemThis is a mementoFrom the archives of 08/08/19For it is now history Death escorts us back from the hospitalShares mama’s bed with her We all gather around keeping her companyRight there at 3amShe breathes her last Gnashing teethClenching fistsGasping for breathShutting eyes It’s been sobs since yesterdaySonorous soundsWe […]
DEAR MICHELLE
Like freckles, I am the spot on every surface Indelible. Dear Michelle You mean a lot to me
DEAR YOUNGER SELF
If I could write a letter to my younger self It would be that of grit, ardor, intense passion for knowledge and everything in-between Dear MichelleBurn! You are phenomenal I love how you amaze me
TO THE ONES WHO BORE US
BASED ON A TRUE LIFE STORY 6:00 am A woman wears a pale skin, her eyeballs floating in a pool of salty water. She frantically tries to lift her eyelids. Amidst sobs, with a protruded belly gasping for breath. She slumps. 12:30pm In the ward, transfixed. Everywhere is silent.The syringe used for her suture falls […]
HOW GOD INTRUDES MY MIND – A MENTAL TORTURE
If heaven was a stone’s throwfolks would have dissected a formulain a closed door meetingto pay God an August visit catch him unawareslegs astridefling Him into abyss afterwards,march with placardsengraved with chants of victoryhashtags in vogue so, on this day I conclude that God must be a sweet-talkerwith a plethora of servantswho serve half-baked sermonsto […]