You don't want to die of infirmity
Moved on a four wheel couch
Wired and re-wired
till the arrival of the divine Messenger
...
A plea to ogun I I I
Can there be a love
Which does not makes demand on its Object?
...
My Highlighter lacks expressions
To make my thoughts mightier
Form created in my mind
Lost in the mackenzie river
...
There is a woman in town,
she is the shabbiest,
unattractive woman on earth
dresses in soiled garment
...
Whoever is monitoring when the crab sleeps
would be long at the river bank
why all your needless pursuit
you keep tracking my success
...
In a non compos mentis state
Despatching remarks to the
Spirits of the second world
Belonging to the road way
...
If you are desperately looking for riches,
I have a way out
lock yourself in a tunnel of your roof
start to think
...
Through the tunnel of motherhood
in a frenzied manner,
is the wailing noise of a tot.
Without distress,
...
I dont date BROKE DUDES
will have to change my wardrobe every sunset
so she said
...
Trick me if you can
and i will proffess to you in return
i only need your courtesy
...
Through the end of the tunnel
Cutting across each phases
Where dimmed light pass
You will hear a call
...
In the creation
Lonely in confusion
Seeked for a companion
Was made to scour for ogun
...
And so it came to pass
And so it came to pass
After months of happiness
...
My geomantic predisposition
Journeyed towards a corybatic domain
There i stood,
With an inquisitive gaze
...
A young upcoming writer. Author of unpublished poems and drama works. A graduate of NCE in the department of English and an undergraduate of B.ED in English)
How Do You Want To Die?
You don't want to die of infirmity
Moved on a four wheel couch
Wired and re-wired
till the arrival of the divine Messenger
Ready to apprehend your soul
You don't want to die of combustion
Seeing each vein and fur and spike
Razed down by fire storm
Till dust and embers are left
Ruffled by a slight breeze
You don't want to die of crash
To prevent assemblage of mortals
Seeing how your bones crushes
While the reckage is ablaze glittering for their last curdles
How then do you want to die?
Everybody is Abiku. We are all born to die