My gaze is at my comrade, but his is on the remains. Reminiscing the old days of shashlik with the teammates. The gains now seeming paltry, they'll sure revert to battery. My brain wont stop being sassy,

"One more gulp before tripping", I bravely whispered. Jazzed out pop before taking some blazing mustard. Say me well to those kinsmen that never faltered. Wish me hell like those scoundrels that

She can't hear the bell jingle, her tempo is frightening. The acnes on her dimples were striking like lightning. I'm burning in her flicker, I'm acting a shrewd child. I turn into a slicker,extracting

Stonefish for lunch, cold treat for brunch I'll run and munch, then burn and scrunch. Placid genres of fame engulfing darts and flannels. Arid chores of shame and puffy hearts on panels. Flaccid pores

Today's unplugged. I'll belly up to the buffet table loving the chasm. I barely pop in the chaffeur's fables about phantasms. The meadows choke, I turn the tide and cause a spasm. To say I'm hurt, I need

Hello ma'am, did you by chance see her? I m fed up pacing the kerb, the expressway seems freer My limbs feel darned, I ve become my own gagger Chills now rule my spine,i wish I never gagged her Swords

Then they ll return Preventing you from taking your turn That inhuman invention called life span Making you worried of what they call God's plan It stopped to concern me when I stopped to discern it The

I m still sailing, I m not being spooked by the forty thieves Bastilles cave in, Paris still shocked by the morning news Marines fading, the seals chivvied by the thorny leaves Her feet ladened, her wrists

The climate was pleasant, the chances were present The barons and peasants were happy with ten cents The angels descended, inspired depressed nerds.. ..respected the best heads, the wrestlers were blessed

The wind still rests, the oceans keep pacing A life well led, emotions keep hastening The ground gets set, for squandered legacies The ploughs first bend, they can feel hell raising A taste so sweet, some

The moon moaned at the mood of the night The loose road was a friend to the kite It made frost for the good of the light Mimicked ghosts at the verge of delight Sluggish sunrays smudged me all day Polished

The kids think they re grown, that themselves they own Their wards think they ll rot cos their blood won't clot Leaders turned to ghosts, the masses are lost The feathers are gone,the haters are cloned

I was getting confident as though I was the captain on the plane. I really don’t know what gave me such guts. Walking towards the tall, elegant, young Turkish flight attendant would have seemed like A-Level

BULLIED IN ISTANBUL(part 1) I have not taken a shorter flight, neither have I experienced a more boring but memorable stopover in such an exceptional country. I had been nervous right from my entrance

The resuscitaire is beeping The lights dash from the ceiling Her walls are fidgeting Her condition is threatening Her water breaks,some call it bottles popping Her cervix trapped, she soon feels she's

Plick plack, plick plack. The ducklings in my head peck the pebbles of the previously feared agony. The angles in my cerebellum clasp like the thoughts of shareholders when stocks stop to sell on the floors

Slowly it happened twenty two years ago at a remote hospital in the city of Lagos, Nigeria. I m forever grateful for the best things the slums could offer me. Wow! It's been twenty two years. I still picture

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