Month: December 2016

My Knight

I am dancing in a frenzy Twisting and shaking away I  cannot stop myself Moving to her beats So did my helpless feet Onlookers are clapping They are cheering Not sure if I danced faster Or my moves got better But they clapped harder Then I felt myself falling I could not stop falling She … Continue reading My Knight

The man that was me

In a steady flow going down this drain, My life blood drained on, leaving pain. A deep searing pain, but I felt it not. For by my own I have been burnt. My once tender soul destroyed. Torn asunder by my beloved. My head is bent, in a bow. Who will want me now? Was … Continue reading The man that was me

I am Abiku

Opening eyes formerly closed I see hearts quite gladdened My mother puts me to her breast But I will not let her rest   For upon setting foot in a home Their emotions I take control With their tears and drops of sweat My antics they try to resist   But renew this body I … Continue reading I am Abiku


She lies whimpering From the non-stop plundering Her arms slashed into tiny bits By those she was moments ago housing Her streets defaced with droppings From oppressed weak inhabitants Her heart reaches the point of breaking But her tormentors were not done desecrating Her soul screams for an abatement But they were not good at … Continue reading Apocalypse

Another wife, or not

Abedo rolls over in bed The pillows and mattress snug, caressing her curvaceous body She had always wondered whether a firmer mattress and pillow will do her body good. The adverts on TV keep preaching that it is good for the back. Her back ached all the time. Ever since she was pregnant with the … Continue reading Another wife, or not

Dear words

An eager hand inspired To hold tenderly the pen To scribble feverishly To type ferociously   A sad mouth inspired To turn up its angles To  emit happy tunes To speak positively   A beating heart inspired To write from its depth To speak only the truth To help without reward   A simple man … Continue reading Dear words

Multiple sclerosis

I am the silent afflictor My sufferer clueless Because I thread in stealthily I can blur the sight Or weaken an arm, a leg or the throat Sometimes I spend her penny without her permission Other times I just hold her tongue and tire her out I am a diagnostic dilemma to many physicians And … Continue reading Multiple sclerosis