Excel thee amongst continents oh My Africa The fine-art of living must prevail in this dome For it’s a land flowing with milk and honey; My Eden! My Africa! Yet I know bound to come are struggles we must overcome Like hair strands on a head are innumerable; her resources is not among the least Like eagle’s pride and elephant’s […]
Get a copy of the poem by downloading here From twilights to twilights I’m becoming so sick I’m as sick as a ‘sickler’, but wasn’t I warned to avoid intoxication of her lust? With much amazement, I am not only a rejected stone but a weakened brick This was never envisioned! She’s gone out of sight; she’s lost I was […]
LIFE As inked by EK TiGER Have you ever thought Of what conjugal is without bliss? Or at least What funeral is without rite? Life’s a stream Thus washes away the beautiful memories of yesterday And console you create another for today. Life is such a fickle flirt That preaches that you should be loyal to your sweat Probably you’d […]
Sometimes as inked by EK TiGER Sometimes when birds fly apart It’s not because they desire to nest alone, Its because the trees could No longer hold on for the weight of two. Sometimes when lovers no longer play at night It’s not because they can’t make love During moonlight, It’s because the night sun Has hidden behind the dark […]
I know y’all would say “when we get to the bridge, we would cross”
But maybe this isn’t a bridge to cross but one to burn…
I saw a picture of a little angel in disguise. I couldn’t get to see her face, for it was covered in tears. The picture says a lot, but the message won’t be adhered to by a lot. I was hit by my memory when I saw a young girl feeding a child. Could this be hers? I thought, who […]
Dad was a student of flight – he was in the traveling class. Mom was a staff of office – she was a workaholic. I’m Zen, I’d be making some confessions, my readers are my pope. When I hear children shouting on top of their voices, like their feet stood firmly on their vocal cords; I reminisce on my childhood. […]
The day I bade farewell, I returned home. Driving out of the city of Lagos, along oshodi express road, I could see it steaming hot, she poured the stew on it, all I could do was imagine my self consuming Iya Wasila’s rice and stew. Smokes from weed and cigarettes nudging on the window. I boarded a bus back home […]
Does the sun dream? ; as it always exist
What would it show to us beyond being a natural light..?
That we shall find peace and comfort
but the jeopardy of the world
Has affected the love we share
