Flow

In conflict, the love for friction

On soil, the seeds hold on tighter

On paper, the lies sink deeper

In all there is

Then or now

All can be saved

In mind, paint another dream

In soul, cry for another time

Uyi by the Crescent

Palm oil on my shirt

Okin biscuit in my pocket

On my way to school

Not a care in the world

I had forty Naira in my hands

A stroll on Zambia road

Barnawa shone bright in the morning

A White Gown

He is the light to her day

The laughter to her jokes

 

Her white knight in the dark

Her escape route

Her soldier in war

Her supernova

 

He was her peace of mind.

The man in her dreams

Primary Times

The clock strikes

The girls bite

Pinch and tease

Leaving their trademarks

Drama queens

In need of attention

Like always, I run

I run past them

Girls that bite

Some I dance with

A few I touch

The ring of the bell,

Then, it’s all over again

 

 

Deeply Played

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The game of rags and black water

Higher and much lower they go

Always seeking the tops of this and that

Flapping their dirt to those who dare to look

Always holding on onto vane vanity

Don’t we all?

They fear the fear of death

The truth keeps on missing its mark

Idolized Decadence

Paths full with shattered dreams

A requiem for the elected rich

Misery for the mass

A new day, we must seek

A new day, we must pray

A new day, I must write

 

Sour Orange

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I still wonder why you like the room lit so dim. I can hardly see you when you cry. If you let go of my grip, the scene of misery will last on forever. Hold on tighter. Drag my rags closer to your shattered chest. Pierce deep into my skin; pain always tasted so bittersweet. Our time lasted only till the sound of the bird.

A mockingbird, indeed

Too soon enough to begin, I guess?

With my taste buds gone sour, I shut off those twisted tunes and threw them deep into the skies; far away, where those spacemen could only dream of. A secret place you might know of. I never ever forgot about those long delusional days filled with gifted silence and much red.

Will I ever taste sweet again?

Too much sourness

Stop this or I might bleed out

Drowning in my own feelings

Looking up at the river-like sky

Oh great blue monster, cry down your own worries

So that I may drink and sink.

So they say you speak no more of me. I strived hard to wait for another word from your big egotistical book. I hoped to dream into the realization that it was never ever to begin.

Bombs I left untouched

Scattered there and here

Some by your place

Falling down

Your hair ever so bright

So they say you speak no more of me.

I strived and strived to begin at the beginning.

Always seeking, and never asking

So they say you speak no more of me

I say you talk shit

Welcome To The Jungle

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At the pinnacle of a pyramid

No voice will remain unsung

An empire, an ideal prime

As old Babylon blasts higher

The wary grow older

Society withers away from innocence

All engines glowing

The man at the end smiles

A palace full of lovers and well-wishers

Persistent and relentless for peace and manna

Prejudice towards color

The love for rainbow

Up and Forward

Searching for more questions

Day after Day

We strive to define ourselves with murder

Carefully culling the rejected from the rest

The final answer to trouble is death

A Standing Doctrine

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Man-made science

Full of sand

A Generation of religion,

In the land of burned books

The story of a preacher and a flying eagle

The gospel of decadence

A different religion

‘Indescribable’ and ‘Unexplainable’

A herd without a destination

Laying down for a brutal killing

“Preacher, Preacher” They sang.

Future Angels

Too far into your present
Never back to the past
Count your seeds of harvest
Intact with your bag of motives
Ride with your train of passion
Else, get stuck with an unneeded religion
A night to recollect your thoughts
The music of pain never sounded so smooth
Like the flow of water
Gulp your sins, and
Quench your thirst for misery

Shea like that

Carved to a delicacy beyond perfection
From a place past the Nile
The lasting beauty came
Sumptuous
Longing for a mouth full
Hoping for a hard bite
Bracing for heat
Sweat never dripped so slowly
Tender and tense
Muscles stretch amidst the motion
Forbidden, yet ever so tempting