In the market place

    "The world is a market place." Mother said. "Heed only your heart, So you may be guided right. For it is filled with cries of the sanctimonious Hawking wares that are not for you." We listened.  Enveloped in his words, In the vice like grip of his eyes, I was deaf to their … Continue reading In the market place

Birthing death

Indeed, it was a strange story. The story of Penny. She came four times. She left four times. Each time she came, There was joy. Each time she left, Tears rolled. Each time, she was called Penny. I knew her secret only on her fifth coming. You see, Penny was my little sister. The fourth … Continue reading Birthing death

My High

  Each one of my cells vibrates, Lifting up an inch Then another Until I am lifted. Detached from my body, My soul soars. With the doves I fly. Not satisfied, I sail high Then higher, To the seventh heavens. My form weightless, I slip In and out Of worm holes And through galaxies. The … Continue reading My High

THE breeze

    Once a breeze blew my way It was fleeting But The flames it killed was plenty And The embers it cooled were many It is long gone on its way But Its memory lingers on my skin And Will be held dear until my finite life ends     Image credit: Angel Uloma … Continue reading THE breeze

Me, Julia and Peter

    Let's first talk about Julia. You see, She was my lover A pretty, trusting woman, Whom I loved like no other. I, was a soldier Away in Afghanistan. After six months beyond border, I came home from the war front. I was met by a smiling, chubbier Julia, Waiting in her flowing Kaftan. … Continue reading Me, Julia and Peter

The home I remember

  The home I remember, Was in a town called Kaduna. There was succour for every member. A mixture of all tribes in Nigeria. Hearts were filled with love for neighbours. Children were allowed fun times, With no fear of Mr Cyber. The streets were our play ground. We moved only for the few cars … Continue reading The home I remember

My passion

  Time is like thyme. It seasons a life, Like the lines In my rhyme. Yet, I see no dime I do not whine. For, my passion is rife And, I am cursed to write.     Image credit: Stevepb via Daily Prompt: Rhyme

Inhabit

  Her perfect slim form, A temptation to man and woman, Rise from the shimmering waters. Her graceful form break through the rivulets with every stride. Her movements in the sea was amble and confident like she was Poisedon's very own mistress. So graceful, carefree and light afoot, The birds were jealous.   The sea … Continue reading Inhabit

Her greatest fear

Her new steps may hurt more than last Her wings may break in the storm Like a willow with no core, The wind will blow her side to side She might trip, fall and freeze But, Waiting was no option For, Her most visceral fear  Was to die standing         Image credit: _Jasmin_ … Continue reading Her greatest fear

A case of an imagined ugliness

  My beloved, Would you believe me, If I sang of how the sun rises From your arched brows, How your buttocks look Like twin moons, How the part of you through which you breath Is aquiline and cute, How your eyes sparkle like jewels, How your ears ooze perfection, How your skin is smooth … Continue reading A case of an imagined ugliness