This is it!

The news of his death hit me with mixed feelings.
First I thought it was a joke
He’d been the butt of many in recent times
Then I laughed
Then again I thought "how exactly did he die"
I pictured his thin frame on his lush bed
All white skin with no trace of a black spot
Peacefully (or not) slipping into the other world
What will he do when he gets there?
Will he do that astounding dance?
Will anyone recognize him?
I think Seun would...
He passed on last week
And I know he loved MJ
Maybe he'll ask for his autograph
- Me

A tragic ending to a troubled soul!!!!
Though I believe there is more to death or so I want to believe
But I was a big fan in my early childhood
When my aunties in university had the songs booming from the stereo
Into my head till it clung like glue
Those years when everything new fascinated one
Wearing my little brother skin tight jumping trousers
Imagining I had my own glossy black shoes
I would try out my comical version of the moon walk
My varied and distorted version of the waist trust
It use to send my aunties sprawling with laughter
Those were his days of glory
He had reached the very top of success
Literally worshipped
To fall apart, like that, from a god to less than a man
To fall to such a state of ridicule
Selah
- Ay

Rich Men

My mother once told me
Rich men don’t shit
The ones that do
It doesn’t smell
And if it smells
The aroma is like butter
My mother lied
Now I know better

Deep Sleep

He was dreaming
Of a place far far away
That’s why when they took him
He didn’t shake a breathe
They wept like they meant it
Spoke kind words like popes
What a world they said
But he kept dreaming
Lilies and roses
He must have slept for so long

Because when he woke up
It was all dark
Like an owl’s nest
The dream was over
He was very sure

But where am I?
His hands couldn’t move three inches up
His legs refused to make his favorite arc
This room is so tight
He needed air
Badly
Someone must have locked him in the cellar
Where is everyone?
He tried to call Adaora
Ada biko bia
His voice was hoarse
Strange like another tongue

That’s when he remembered
He saw her teary eyes
She was screaming his name
Uzoka o, Uzoka dim
But the lilies and roses
They looked so lovely

That’s when he remembered
He died
And was buried.

Iya

She must set forth before dawn
before the moon sleeps too deep
Before the white collared ones jug
accross the paved streets
Waving square bags
and fumbling with neck ropes.

She must set forth
Before the heavy breasted ones
sway past past with goods unsold.

She must set forth to tend her own
she is the master of multiple personality
order
she - the doctor
she - the herbalist
she - the teacher
she - the caregiver
she - the preacher
she - the lover
she - the friend

she is the mother....

The Rebel

Last night i stayed in bed all through. Waiting for him to come. Waiting to hear his footsteps on the wooden floor of my room. I wascrawled into a bun like a wounded millepede. I have to protect myself. I am like the endangered specie Ms. Grace talked about in her Biology class.

"If you tell anyone, i'll kill you"

His eyes burnt through his skull like fire and tears flowed freely down my face. Papa was a fierce looking man. He had thick, dark brows that were barely divided at the center of his forehead. His dark skin made it difficult to tell where the brows began and where they ended. I remember playing with his bushy beard when i was five. Now i'm ten.

"Things are different now, you're a woman now and i have to protect you. Its my duty as a father and i will not fail God. We must obey Him." he told me during one of his late night visits to my tiny room.

"Your bear-bear can plait shuku now" Mama often teased him. I thought he looked like Santa Claus, my very own Father Christmas. The big belly, the huge features and his wonderful black beard. But Mama was gone and i did'nt play Santa and daughter with Papa. I'm all grown up now.


"No one will know what happened to you if you die. I'll say you killed yourself, you hear" He pushed me against the wall last night. My back still hurts with pain. I started to recite Psalm 23 queitly like Mama taught me. How i miss her smell.

He leads me through the path of righteousness for his name sake
even though i walk through the valley of the......

I heard footsteps...he was coming for me....

Silence is golden

ive been thinking

ive been writing

ive been sleeping

ive been playing

ive been travelling

one thing i havent been doing

is blogging :)

Waiting for the Sun

Its been raining
Seven days since the last time we met
Ive been counting
Till we see again
Each drop, each second
waiting for the yellow sun

My head is filled with thoughts
Nightmares
Sweet fantasy
Your face invades my deepest secrets

Calm magic
stay with me forever
let our hearts engrave a sign
on this brown earth
like the lovers of old
One Romeo
The other Juliet
Stay