I was glad when
they said to me
"let us go
to the house
of the Lord."
That's the only time
I can look in Anike's eyes
without cowering,
and say "I love you"
when the priest says
to tell our neighbor so.
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 2:07 PM UTC
My worst fear?
It's not death,
neither is it losing
a loved one.
It's not even snakes,
which I have
a terrible phobia for.
Neither is it breakups with people.
It is that I die
a mediocre and
a failure.
Nothing terrifies me more.
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 6:09 AM UTC
Hope is the drop of water
that teases a parched throat
that's been wandering in a desert.
It doesn't quite quench the thirst
but soothes it just enough
to keep it going
till an oasis is found...
...or not.
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 5:25 AM UTC
Love.
If I liken it to food,
then I could have various
delicacies.
That is, if I were banned
from the aromatic combo
of fried and jollof rice,†
I could just move on
to the scintillating duo
of Àmàlà and Ewédú.†
But, no.
Love itself is the taste bud
that gets bland and lost
when a breakup happens.
No matter the delicacy,
in whatever form,
with whatever aroma,
and from whatever recipe;
all tastes bland.
Until the taste bud recovers,
all tastes bland.
Sighs,
oh how long that will take!
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 10:36 AM UTC
With my own hands
I will write my story.
Line by line, page by page,
will I write.
And although, I might have
no control over the theme,
settings, and plot;
the subject matter will be
of my triumph.
Not anymore
will I leave things to chance.
Not anymore
will I leave things to fate.
I will wrest the pen
from life, and write
my life.
I will sit no longer
at the sidelines,
but be in my own story.
For with my own hands
I will write my story.
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 9:12 PM UTC
Sometimes
I am bursting and raging;
my head churning with thoughts,
words, and all kinds of voice
like a volcano about to erupt.
Sometimes
I am serene and calm;
my thoughts like a gentle river
flowing through my heart
unruffled and unbounded, to my mouth.
And sometimes, I am just blank
like a clean slate, with nothing to say.
But at any of these times,
I stand ready and primed to edutain,
because I am a poet.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 4:46 AM UTC
"My beloved's heart
is like the purest crystal;
pure and void of stain,
filled with my love
and void of hate."
"My beloved's *****
is like the softest cotton;
two mounds of flesh
soft to the touch
supple to the taste;
it is the nest
where my aching head
finds absolute solace."
"My beloved's behind
is very firm and vast
but also malleable and..."
This was what I was reciting
until I heard,
"contestant number seven
what are you doing?"
Turned out I was in a poetry contest
where security and world peace
was the theme.
But despite my preparation
I couldn't think of anything else
but you - my own peace.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 2:56 AM UTC
When I looked in the mirror yesterday,
I saw a boy bright and full of life.
A boy care and worry free,
a boy sorrow and sadness free;
whose gaze is filled with hope
for what the future holds;
whose face is full of smiles
and heart devoid of strife.
But when I looked in the mirror today,
I saw a young man beaten and broken.
Beaten from life's awful woes,
broken from the fruits his wrong choices had sown.
His gaze filled with cynicism
and mistrust; the result of several
mistakes, betrayals, and failures.
Now, if I look in the mirror tomorrow,
what would I see?
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 2:11 AM UTC
I entered my room despondently
and bolted the door behind me.
I tried walking to my bed
but then my legs gave in
as I slid down against the door
down to the floor.
Then the tears came pouring down
along with it memories of the recent
dispute with my parents
that drove me running to my room.
"Why can't you just be like your siblings?"
the incensed and disappointed voice of my
father came drifting in the memories.
"Why are you so different from
everyone in the family?"
echoes, the concerned and tear-driven voice
of my mother.
And everytime, every single time
I wish to reply them, but words
are lost, silenced, and even ignored.
I yearn to ask them who it is
that defined that I be like the rest
and walk the same path they tread;
who it is that defined I can't be different.
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 2:13 AM UTC
From the corner of my eye
I glimpsed you stealing glances at me;
but when I turned my head to your side
to confirm whether it was just me
imagining things,
you had quickly looked away.
From the corner of your eye
you glimpsed me ogling you;
but when you turned to give me a smile
(one I could see from the corner of my
eye after I turned my head quickly)
I had shyly turned away.
I like this game so much,
one we have played for so long;
where you hide and I seek,
where you seek and I hide;
my heart anxious to find your face
after you had turned away;
and yours too, the same.
But when I decided finally
to end this game and win my trophy,
I found you all lovey-dovey
in the embrace of my sweet-tongued neighbor
who doesn't snooze on beautiful women
nor play hide and seek with them.
Then I figured out, it was GAME OVER!
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 12:03 PM UTC