DYSMENORRHEA
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 noseHer ears were red with her eyes protruding from its socketIt’s that time of the month again With clenched fists she smacks the wallHow long is this going to linger […]
WHERE I CALL HOME
I grew up in a makeshift hutWhere anger bore holes on our leaky roofHere, we filtered laughter often to weigh its worthUrchins – There were six of us, I became the 7th one In our house, problems creep in and outSo, I dug 7 holes where I poured libations to appease their tempersThe outcome – […]
A LETTER TO MY COUNTRY MAN
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 hunger asideYou imagine it splatter through the wall of their intestines A plate of green concoction and atarodo puree – blazing redSlices of pepperSlimy They call it ewedu & AmalaA […]
FANTASY
May 12th, A freaky morning With sunken eyes, in the wee hours Awaken for the umpteenth time to pass water Grasps the mobile phone with incessant notifications popping up Its light obstructs my view I switch over to a dark mode I remember the name, odd, bleakMy heart skips a beat On my screen, the […]
FLAWS AND ALL
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 part into a symphony to become my name. A tingling sensation. I blush crimson, rubySometimes, maroon then rouge. There is love in sharing, so we toast over an overflowing cup […]
DIARY OF A TYPICAL BOY
The longest piece you might read today WHO YOU CALL BOY On days like this, I conclude a boy’s face is an emoji. A million shades but is permitted to use a specific one. All he has left are fragments. WHAT HE LOOKS LIKE The pressure is much. You can see it through his pale […]
I WAS HERE
On noons like this – scorching I’m a Venn diagram The subject matter trapped in your stubby fingers Stuck on the tip of your blunt pencil A mere drawing Moving around in circles You erase every arc that makes me whole Sadly, I don’t understand simple arithmetics So, I lie helplessly in a sheet of […]
CHRONOLOGY OF BEING HOME
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 lonely couches that always craved my touch and the dusty chandeliers that keeps watch over the screeding on the walls. They never moved an inch.. In a flash, Mama’s wrinkled […]
WANTING TO TELL GOD
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 upstairs in the skyBut in the hearts of men God is a School of continuing educationA man of unfinished talksTorn chaptersUpdated every minute Can’t be contained in a bookHe would […]
MY REPLICA AND ITS HALF
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 mind’s eye. I asked God out and wore him like a medal everywhere I went. Each time I shut my eyes to dream, I always saw God laughing at me, […]