Near draws the sun
Hurrying wi’the white cloud
To assist the blind earth
Without the need to be gazed
Else, the eyes maybe razed
By the hurt of the sun-rays
For its sight, darkness will erase
Upon the greens and trees
For their skins to release
Their pigment in pure purity Continue reading
That those who know the worth
Of precious metals and stones
Are those who are not naive
Of the rough ways trodden
That could defy the chances
Of living to tell its tale. Continue reading
An heretic that has chosen not the path of his predecessors but of his ancestors.
Why do you waste your divine breath on a condemned soul?
A castaway that would be rejected on The Day.
Dust spewed forth like moans.
Slowly, her misery tore apart revealing beneath her veneer of thorns and weeds, what good crust.
Seeds, I planted into her fertile ridges.
Sweat as elixir replenished our duel for thousand days of drought.
Pouring with gusto like the new rain of promise and hope.
With the battle over, I sit there looking at her.
Awaiting a fruitful harvest.
Janus. A two-faced roman god
There are thoughts that beclouds my mind – It is about you
There are feelings that fill my heart – It is for you
What assurance do we have that following our instincts and our hearts that we won’t be led astray
What promise have we made that we won’t betray each other
Should we be led by our hearts or by d rules
If the truth is abolished
Then we defy all that we cal principles Continue reading
We are defined by the world
Full stops after our names Continue reading
Do you care to know where rest,
The riches of this world and beyond?
Treasures valuable than gold and diamond,
To tap them all, an impossible quest.
A uniquely revealed book of knowledge of ages,
That foresees the future better than human Continue reading
Even though rain comes
Awaits in magnificence.
Hausas and Igbos
Shall plant cassava, yam, maize and have them before dawn. Continue reading
Sometimes my words are weird
Simple and seductive
But I’m not a poet.
I know I do compose lyrics
Musically a soul is thrilled
With the eloquent flow of words
But I’m not a lyricist
Neither am I a singer Continue reading
This is a piece from a writer who would hopefully *fingers crossed* become a regular contributor. Couldn’t wait for his first entry. Had to post this from his blog. Loved it so much.
I’d like to have a bruise.
A broken nose, some missing teeth.
Something to show.
Something people can see.
I’d like a big scar – right across my face
One that makes people gasp and look away.
I want something that shows the pain,
Something that shows what it feels like
Something that makes people glad they’re not me.
Makes them know they’re the lucky ones, the fortunate ones. Continue reading