Losing me
Pitch black covers the lid I’m sitting in peaceful disturbance away with cloth; away with thoughts away with thrive sweaty wandering soul draped in its shadow looking faraway from tomorrow…More
Nigeria, what is it?
Nigeria had called for us to obey; a call to vote. Voting is supposed to allow us elect the person of our choice so voters’ registration had been the password.…More
You Bomber
Dear bomber, Let’s both pretend you are fighting for a justifiable course. Let’s say I didn’t call you dear because I’m afraid of you. Let’s agree our leaders are…More
..aint poetry
If I’m saying two same different things it aint figurative, not near literature. It’s me feeling stupidly uncanny: the mind ‘poli-tricks’ it’s intelligence; making you see sense in me,…More
Not your type girl….
So I was sitting at this lobby waiting for my turn, not really paying attention to the others waiting like me. I had logged in to a chatting application…More
..this palpitation
you are a flickering in my firmament I got lost, found and then lost wandering towards your twinkling I’d gather the sky gather you… whispers of the night would tell…More
Nigeria, the show!
As I read that Obasanjo laughed at Atiku’s candidacy, I can’t but join in the laughter galore. It is actually funny that Atiku is contesting again especially under…More