Hello beautiful, Those fortresses we built, my love They've come crumbling, Like sand houses Your absence rifts my heart like a gully And death's biting indifference, Sends arrows as from Paris to my Achilles

When the ghost of our past Comes haunting us, Breathing out fear And sneezing failure. Clanking that gong of defeat. Do not listen! A ravenous memory of our sinful Past Comes all teeth to tear and steal

Glancing at the overcast April sky, I try to refrain from my Pensive thoughts. But how can I elude the manacles Of my singleness? Not in the memory of my living loners, Or the anecdotes of fallen love

Standing perplexed on street "Forward" But I am stationary, so also my life. Vigorously, I rummaged through my bag Strapped to my shoulder. Intermittently, I scowled at passing traffic. Let me

What a small world we live in? Yes, so hugely small it is. A poky imaginary circle Unending! Step not on another's toes While you climb that cozy ladder Because, same toes you shall meet While descending

If you were a flower, I know you would be a rose I'd pluck your blooming petals And put you in that vase Closest to my nose If you were a tree, Certainly, a flamboyant. Your blossoming is my surety. I

The unharmonious melodies of the creatures above prevented the boys from deciphering from which end the faint cry came. The forest straggled with the chirping of wild insects, twittering of all kinds of

In a season of roses On an occasion of love I remember you With utmost nostalgia How sudden those embers got rekindled Glowing more than ever. In a season of love turned lust These feelings had no choice

There is a song from my expectant tomb It gets louder everyday Earth calls my remains into its waiting womb Singing a melody of hairs all gray This counterfeit called life is a trial We live daily proving

I miss your lies The look in your eyes When you tell how beautiful I am But we both know what you came for Unclad and innocent I come still When all you wanted was to have your way Beneath somewhere in

Life can administer some punches Hitting you real hard. What happened to the rosy beginning? That and myriads of question marks Hang over your head Like a halo sainting your grief You question your very

My morning is laden with joy Looking fixedly at your face As you sleep peacefully Like a cherub I wish the world is half peaceful Like your face depicts Wearing calmness as skin. No doubts, your presence

I rummaged through its hollow womb Scouring for the tuber I had planted On this once rich earth Is it not harvest? Or am I too impatient for the opportune time But Mr. Akidi left his farm yesterday

when the fire of my heartbeat dies out Leaving no embers to be rekindled, When I finally roll up my mat And the curtains go up Do not stand here and weep When this gray hair pulls out My decoloured skin

Dutifully, sleep crept up on me Obliged to perform its natural function After what felt like a century. So with heavy eyelids Under the weight of same sleep I groped for my ballpoint That had dropped from

I have fared well with love Being in her good books Until you came With your powdered face And polished nails Yet with a vixen of heart Blends of a biting egocentrism And the odd sprinkling Of blunt sarcasm

On harmattan infested mornings I see them Lovers walking in pairs Along cold pathways Palms blending into each other's As if to count their veins The cold kisses violently On my own skin Penetrating all

Hello beautiful Lilian Make haste and come to me Faster than a cheetah could ever be And beyond the contemplation of the flash For a life depends on it. Find your coquettish way into my heart And calm

If you can't fly then run, if you can't run then walk, if you can't walk then crawl, but whatever you do you have to keep moving forward- Martin Luther King Jr. Keep keeping on. Cower not, for by strife,

With this accessory, This nectared tongue I shall weave words Into a fine shape Befitting you Alas! My emotions Proved so inept So weak and wavering Wooing you, my sole mission Or breathe my last trying.