I do not know so much about bodiesBut the chemistry I share with mineis an improper fraction When you see me slouchIt is the silhouette

Dear Mberede,How is everything with you? Let’s just broker this for judgement. First,It was a tease. A reminder of my carefully crafted work of art.

Assuming a scissors stance with legs crossedRegrets drizzled her memoryGazing furtively around the roomShe was lost in thought Wearing an unkempt look and a wrinkled

I grew up in a makeshift hutWhere anger bore holes on our leaky roofHere, we filtered laughter often to weigh its worthUrchins – There were

You call them WAZOBIA! His tribal marks remind you of how Iya Bisi tore your skin with strokes The aroma sizzles through your nostrilsBrushing your

If there is one thing I cherish, it would be how your lip trembles when you call me Barbie. The way I watch each letter

A SCORE CARD 1.Home is fun. I always pretend.Here, work beckons.One of the reasons I never liked paying a visit. The cozy sitting room with

I’m starving!Why does it take too long for justice to be served?A slice of Esau’s porridgeChunk of mannaOr salt from Lot’s wife God is asleepSnoring!Not

The year started on a blank page. I mumbled some resolutions under my breath peeling every habit I once had. Each crumb falling into my

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

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

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