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 […]
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 […]
No days like being under a mother’s care
The story of Arike depicts a part of our culture, that dealt with Trade by barter. No matter the effort used in abolishing our culture during the colonisation of Africa and even presently, we found a thick blood in Exchange.
God created man, gave him everything but excluded rest, so there is a belief that no one has it all, we need each other in life’s race.
Till this present day, when people give out, It is believed that something is usually involved.
Arike gives a loud cry on the importance of corporation (Trade by barter)
Being stabbed by love is a deep wound than imagined
God created marriage for procreation and companionship. A man/woman meets with a total stranger, they converse, they get to understand and know each other,,,
Hmm, do I call it envy or jealousy, or do I call it wickedness? Faramade was my girlfriend at Secondary School; who