Author Archives: Uyi

I write

The Return of Enoch

I woke up a crusader

Never a choice

Still I find the truth

In this blackened black oil

Without a blood stained blade

I find my way

Divinity combined in me

I wear my crown

A king birthed to death

I wear my crown

A beast birthed, jungle deep

 

Preacher, preacher

I hear your words

Though I see the gold you wear

Shinning brighter than the cross behind

Blasphemy

Word!

They saying the world’s a square

Remember!

 

Still I predict

I die a God’s son

Reincarnated into heaven’s bosom

Watch this space

I seek to unlock

Greatness without greed

 

Ring the bells

I want none of that false doctrine

Pressed together to form slavery

Ring the bells

I talked to God

Sinner I remain

Fully aware I must persevere in this devil’s den

 

Film on My Hands

Check out these lines

Criss crossed

Spider webs intersecting

Bloodless, just cuts

Wide palmed, full of scars

Memories sketched on these fingerprints

Slap twice and a picture appears

My life so far in motion reels when the wrists gets involved

2am // moments

Nights like this
Neon light dimmed right
Gets me thinkin of you
Yeah you dressed in sun flower
Yeah i remember us
That night you danced on me
Yeah i remember your body
The way your hips moved, swayed
Spoke to me without even moving your lips
I know, i know
I never called you
Never reached you
Never drove to you
Yeah that, but i keep missing you
We were lovers that never kissed
Yeah my loss, you said
My loss but i cant stop hoping
Believing I’ll get you back
Yeah i see the new guy
Yeah but tell me who holds your heart?
Who mine?
Who saw you beyond that smile
The way i wrote my heart down for you
Yeah nights like this
Always hit me hard
Yeah no other but you
Got me writing to you
And, i hope you see this
So, you know a piece of me i never showed

No Face // Kaonashi

Who am I?

Looking at the mirror

I have no clue

Though I know me

Me as in, myself

But when I look

I see blank

Where is happiness?

I mean the pursuit of it

I am trying

Trying to find me

Though all is blank

Blank with no face

Old Soldier, New War

During the times that have come by, I pray for war to come. Not these new modern warfare. The old kind. Those ones stationed between battle noise and mud trenches. The zipping sounds of mortars, as empty bullet shells illuminate the blood heavy war terrain. Soldier boots marching through old places that were once called new homes.

Yes, I pray night and day. Night and day! Yes, for at night sleep refuses me and tosses me in between my past memories and a future I remain nameless.

………………………………..

These drones are empty vessels. They are transporters of bad news and death. For our souls do hunger for a reason to accept sleep, but no! Not these ones. These silent birds made with fiber like materials only look down, fall flat, and never return up.

Like thin dots silently scattered.

Only if your hands be wide as the oceans floors and you bring them together then one might see how much these dots have cost us.

…………………………………

I grow sick by the hour. Every hour eaten in silence. Every chance taken just to remain still. I grow deeper into my own anger. Madness beckons daringly close ….and I fear I will welcome it back home.

Commander Bull. ENTRY #204881

Battlefront Shagari Sector, Year 2098

Simple Moments // Addis Ababa Origins (i)

At night

Words come out easier

Hence, let me paint a moment

A sunny afternoon, it was

Stomach rumbling

Hunger, probably

No, definitely

Fast food or local grub?

Some ribs for the soul

Not vegan?

Personally, mentally

not there yet

Sitting there outside, beneath the shade

Munching like I’d smoked some green

Maybe?

Who knows?

Only I, of course

 

Reeling forward

Bite after bite, cave man style

Mango juice drinking, getting full

Spring season, sprinting by

There, caught in that second,

I see her, sight her

Her scent?

Too far, she was

Her, waiting for the 67 bus

Standing there, someone I must now

Her skin furnace shining,

Her beauty diamond demanding

Goddess, she is

Go talk to her?

What?

Me?

Yes!

We, my mind replies

Two minutes of gathering courage

Cleaned my act, face wiped away cowardice

Standing up, her view in front

Gradually, I pick up pace

The closer I approach

The further back my words run away

Up close now,

Lavender, subtle scent

Natural spring, somewhere in Addis Ababa

Shea butter, her scent I mean

She turns, my heart stops

Her eyes piercing mine, curious

Words

Words, where at thou?

Staring, she keeps

You hungry? I manage

What? She stares puzzled

Jesu Christi!

Yeah lunch, you hungry? I persevere

For a second,

her face brightens

Will you go away afterwards? She asks

Yes, I will definitely go away into space after a moment with you

More sunshine, her glow brightening………

 

Yeah at night

These simple moments come to mind faster

Although morning comes by rising, bird whistling

Another night,

Continuation maybe?

 

African Days Vision

In five years,

Sipping kunu, no processed drinks

Just sunshine, close to the beach

Possibly Cape Town?

Uganda or maybe suburban Lekki?

 

In five years,

Sitting, newspaper flipping

Tilapia on burner,

sizzling,

getting flipped

Beautiful music played on vinyl

King Sunny Ade, high life soaking

 

In five years,

I picture myself blessed with love

Away from the towers and rusts

Back home in huts and on red soils

Savannah nights experienced daily,

 

Freely, and

brightly

The Only Answer

Did you enjoy your time there?

Every moment spent wallowing

Fighting without a thread of control

Trying to find any shed of light

Even when you looked within

Nothing there

Ghost!

All that self-mastery left empty

Only finding out the hole had more space

Realizing at that dreadful time

Prayer was all your broken soul ever needed

through the barbed wire

When the heat rages
I quickly change my tone
to adapt and survive
my skin I keep the same
Black! All year round