”Coin sides” [Day 6] The same mouth cries the same mouth laughs; in crying the mouth opens in laughing the mouth opens. Pear, planted, returns a reap but war, reversed, turns raw. In praising the mouth

”God and Man” [Day 5] God made the earth and the earth bears trees; man made the knife and the knife fells the trees. God made the seas and the seas house fish; man made the net and the net traps the fish.

”The Gun” Symbol of peace Symbol of strength Symbol of law Symbol of being. Aargh! Its voluminous barrels from where wisdom falls; Aargh! Its generous barrels from where life runs. From hill to hill its

HOW I EMBRACED WOMANHOOD / WHAT IT MEANS TO ME TO BE A WOMAN. This work is dedicated to all the women in the world (Esp. African women) in commemoration of International Women's Day. Indeed, they have

“Coffin Maker’s Matins” Thank you, Lord for giving me yet another day. I pray not, O my Lord, that any soul should pass away but, may my business bloom. Ah men! Truly yours, @samueloption [Image Source:

"Winter in the tropics" Source: unsplash.com Perhaps, slowly, as the journey away from grief, we should begin to reverse our tears to build here in these wintered tropics the igloo of the Eskimos

"Song of the Dead" Source: unsplash.com Before I died you could have wept my blight to the world; but you did nothing; and now you shake the hills with echoes of your wails. Before I died you

"Fela Anikulapo Kuti" Rebel seed of a lush tree, Fount of pounding sounds That haunt raiding hounds, Alone in your style Alone in your ways; A blade of wit and Death-bagging guts. You who sang

"Moon" source:pixabay.com In prime of dusk you leap from the hills into pouch of clouds to watch our nights. Here in the vales we sing and dance that you are up in the sky again. Down in the

"29th February 2018" source: pixabay.com i search for you in the calendar of my soul all the sunlight, the joy of running in the rain where did they go? tomorrow will come and you will not be

"On Lagos beach" source: pixabay.com From sunrise to sundown I tread this sand-hilling beach, this shoreline that belts earth's waist, beginning here where lies my umbilical cord, then pointing

"PENDULUM" source: pixabay.com Sandwiched between the blood-sucking boots and the sugar-tongued chameleons, we know not where to go Each of the two plagues vibrant on our hills pollutes our valleys'

Fraudster & His Ordeal image source: pixabay Rather fail with honor than succeed with fraud was my resolution after witnessing a fraudster being stoned almost to death by an angry mob. It was on the

"IF" Source: Pixabay If I were a Rose painted black, would you cast me aside like blackened, burnt rice? Would my color tarnish my sweet smell? Source: Pixabay If I were a Rose painted black,

"Mistake & Lesson" Image source: Pixabay So many choices So many roads So many detours So many mistakes My Life is full of terrible misconstrue But I desist living in regret 'cos those mistakes

"SALVATION" Image source: Pixabay . . . sobs and sober hopes hop on amputated limbs fall on ragged roads sawed into crooked crates crushed with cruel cranes swept by twisted tongues buried by

"The African mosquito" Every night you drill on my land Your pike in my peasant's earth And you leave with wells of my peasant's blood Indifferent to the wails and weals you plant. Every night

"POIsonOUS SUGAR" image source: pixabay Who has never heard? About those splendiferous deep holes of multiplication; About their palpable-powerful-pleasing-pleasure. To their patronisers they

It's sad! It's sad how much you've changed. It's sad how much you've cut off fine bits and rough pieces of you, shedding out the tiniest strength that makes you you. It's sad the way you now set your mouth

"Nocturnal" When nature plays with mortal sight, and put their bravery to fight. When mortal mind rest from day's plight; and lovers, each excite. When students their books recite, and heathen