. 'Proses like this starts with a word On the tongue of men, slipping away from God's word To a world, shutting itself into silence And into beings too fragile to carry their own bodies Of how life is

"THIS IS NIGERIA" Politicians dun dey FINISH US .... They buy our vote ..usurp power .. And start to DIMINISH US...... "THIS IS NIGERIA" ... Mama Filo go dey MIMIC HORSE .... Dey gallop

And when I thought of them It was you I saw in them, my friend When they mount the stage to stardom It was you I saw in them, my friend When the crowd gave them a standing ovation It was you I saw in them,

source . . I burn my body with fire Dripping from cold silence At every sight of a woman- carrying a body Beautified by her demons It reminds me of times That dried the waters in my mother's vein With

. Two things happen whenever I stand before a mirror; -I see the reflection of a boy whose skin is an incarnation of withered memories -and of another boy whose body is a castle of silence. I grew up in

In this adventure, the first boy i met Is a snail, crawling without its shell Sometimes, we do not know ourselves Till the mirror betrays our reflections- twice . The calendar said it's 19th April The

. This room is a cemetery of rainbow colours And her windows- emblem of lame memories Everyone who once lived here is a; -testament of grey sun and moonless nights -castle of emptiness and paleness

. I have been to places Where boys blend their shadows with water To make home out of their bones Places where silence is a way Into the origin of creation Embedded in a maiden's voice Places where memories

source: my friend’s gallery . Most days I'm like my father Folding my body into flowers And into songs calming the storms In my lovers head They said the world is always silent When we sit with our shadows

. You stumbled into me On the same spot a boy remembered his lover And found his body diving into burning rivers You don't run faster than your pace You only do, when running is the only verb to paradise

source I've dreamt of running Where the body carries nothing Not even its lipids and saccharides But before my very eyes Clear routes became sealed tunnels Where darkness dances her formless tune Hope

01:50 am In day's infancy In a land where calamity is pepper, oil & salt. A shivering light crept like a tot on atmosphere Into the holes on naked doors of a widow sleeping on a mat. The woman in her

Someday A boy would return home With the letters of his father's name Arraigned in golden columns and rows And it shall be a testament of how He has defeated the stars to rule the sky. For when tomorrow

. () . You sprouted from the soil of time Somewhere in a city where boys Are fading stars and colours I stumbled on your shadow And found my body dissolving into art; the kind that obstruct a man's sight

. . It's the secret of life to find ourselves In places where a boy once diswon his reflection And fold his shadow into folds of hell To survive the deadness forming fortresses Over his body- (a castle

I woke to the thunderous cry of heaven. What I heard was a cry, And I care not if it's soothing to your own very ears. I know it'd come sweet and melodious to your being But what i feel, All i felt was

She is the protector of the dark, From her womb darkness was reborn a fine man. Every night she taught him how to live like the dead, His rage, she curbed for he was her cub, Her only companion, her Son

source; somewhere on the internet . On a lonely path came a dark fairy tale Of boys threading the path of hell Boys whose skins burns from the fire of grief Cloths looking torn and worn-out like that of

. What etches my soul with silence Is the phobia for departure And for running out of my body- unnoticed. In my diary is a number of names Of people surnamed after the wind- say Tania, Mary, Theresa, Joe

. I streamline my skin With the colour of my lover's eyes Opening my mouth to childhood songs And my heart- to the memories of its days There's something magical About the places we find ourselves When