On my way to work, I looked at the mountains, I love to sit by the window and look at structures, buildings, trees, and landscape, today, I wasn’t sitting by the window, I only had access to the mountains

I. Wires and bibles, boxes and scribbles: there is a man waiting for me at the door, he says he likes me. II. I'm pondering about the sex market and how I can't break in, I'm such a nice fellow— I just

Earrings lie naked close to a blue cup: Vaseline and coconut oil, one for my hand, the other for my hair. The end of a tunnel is darkness or a baby: hugs are healthy, try a cigarette. If I sleep now, death

Receipt and agony; give me sugar, sex and balconies; I need filters of war and a car wash. Red oil is sweet when you use it: A hair cut is bad when you let it. You bought a cat and named it tasty; she

Receipt and agony; give me sugar, sex and balconies; I need filters of war and a car wash. Red oil is sweet when you use it: A hair cut is bad when you let it. You bought a cat and named it tasty; she

I, for one will not talk about my NYSC programme, its another government scheme to waste the time if Nigerians. I have being lately. I condike my myself by saying it us MY fault, but today i had reasons

I'm mushy like I'm in love, my pastor speaks in tongues: A boy on red screams and cry, put down your leg! I read my erotic books in church, my stomach bulge, I just reunited with a guy after two years—

A little here a little there, take some cough syrup for the hiccup: Don't confuse me with a baby or a seizure. I met Peter's dad at 4pm, slept with him till God knows when; sex is an art that he will never

Rough rides won’t stop these cravings: tease me till I cum, flog me till I turn. I am tired of being a girl, of rules, of makeups and breakups. Of constant quarrels and triumphs, of menstruating and ovulating,

A dying child puffs his smokes at me: why be a baby? Why be a dying man? I'm constantly torn between race and culture: religion and future. Lets all sink and die, believe and rise. For I lost a baby, yet

She travelled to an unknown place to unfold the mystery of the breeze, she saw a ravel caught up in a trap and set it free. What is life without freedom? I had a baby who once gave me seizures. Rains should

I don't like to see myself as weak! I don't care if a person says I'm impulsive or arrogant or stupid or rude, I will not conceal my true self for appraisals or accolades or whatever. If you know me, have

They is a dead fly in my tea: what will I be if I taste the deep. Fried eggs and being: don't laugh at what you see. People will die of resting,praying or still: I will cry till my voice becomes steam!

I don't need tame or fame: All I want is a baby. Nineteen letters for the lady who sits naked in the lobby. Love is for her, she is mad or perhaps, love is deficient. I am born from blue, A place where

I don't need tame or fame: All I want is a baby. Nineteen letters for the lady who sits naked in the lobby. Love is for her, she is mad or perhaps, love is deficient. I am born from blue, A place where

Tombra is my friend and business partner: I thought about fucking him once, but well, don't fuck your business partner. He called on Thursday, lets eat pizza on Saturday: who doesn't like eating pizza?

There's this great feeling that comes with building something and watching it take shape and actually work! This was same feeling I got when I ran the node postpromoter.js command on my local machine and

We are the smiles we give, not the song we sing or the hate we build in our hearts for another mankind. Am tired of the family of things, the religion and gender of things, that responsibility is even

Itching for a trip, a road trip most definitely! I promised myself I was going to visit as much as I can, most of the Northern states of Nigeria in my one year of National Service in the Federal capital.

I met him at a friends party and we danced. Some weeks later I saw him at a suya spot, he paid for my meat. On Sunday he was sitting close to me in church, was he following me I pondered. He was tall,