Month: September 2017

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