I was alone again
With two bottles of cold beer
Sizzling
One colder than the other
Decided to gobble down the less colder one first
The dusty speakers
Placed arbitrarily on one corner
With no sense of acoustic intention
Were blasting on 90s African French songs
It was annoying to my ears, but I didn’t think much of it
My mind was preoccupied with the past
Thinking about all I had done and not done
And all the things that had happened to me
I unexpectedly came to a somewhat positive conclusion
And I’m not usually very positive
“Don’t be too hard on yourself, you were 21
You acted with what you knew then.”
The voice that dropped that in my head
Dropped it abruptly, and **** was gone
Don’t know where
So I nodded as if agreeing and kept on drinking.
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 4:00 PM UTC
Foreign bedrooms and strange bathrooms
Temperatures surging to 39 degrees
Skin peeling off, my melanin can’t take the zero humidity
I think god is trying to install my humility
You have to see how far I came
You have to see how close I came
Coming to you
Oh baby, I was coming to you
I’m not lying when I say
I was coming to you
And I fantasised about what I’ll say
The pick-up lines and the rhymes
The kind of dress I’ll wear
And the offerings I’ll bear
The moves I’ll make
And all the risks I’ll stake
Fell in the hands of dubious agents
Took the money but never delivered the flight
And I had to wait I had to fight
But all my efforts came to naught
I’m back sleeping on my smelly couch
Crying my heart out
You have to see how far I came
You have to see how close I came
Coming to you
Oh baby, I was coming to you
I swear
I wasn’t lying when I said
I was coming to you
And I fantasised about what I’ll say
When I first meet you
The kind of smile I’ll wear
The kiss I’ll plant on your forehead
How I’ll manoeuvre my fingers round your torso
While I savour the perfume on your hair
And the sea almost swallowed me
On the second attempt
And my friends try to console me
Telling me maybe it wasn’t meant to be
But they don’t know our chemistry
They haven’t seen how you look at me
They don’t know I how good I felt
When your hands rubbed off on me
You have to see how close I came
I wasn’t playing no game when I said
I’m coming to you
Oh baby, I was coming to you
I swear
I wasn’t lying when I said
I was Coming to you
And I drove through pitched black forests
Dusty and sandy fields for like a hundred thousand miles
Drove through mountains and abandoned cities
Sat in the car until my butchicks began to bleed
Boarded a boat through an unforgiving sea storm
It overturned, and I lost all my belongings
But I held on to your address in my head
And I fantasised about what I’ll say
The pick-up lines and the rhymes
The kind of dress I’ll wear
And the offerings I’ll bear
The moves I’ll make
And all the risks I’ll stake
But my dream died when he married you
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 6:40 AM UTC
What will happen?
Let me tell you what will happen
I will plant my flag on a hill
And defend it against all enemies to the death
I will sing a song to the elements
To atone for my wrongs
And when the wind and rain come to shake my foundation
I will stand strong
I will face the malice of man
Like a buffalo running towards a storm
And the sneers of naysayers will be loud
But my ears will be numb
And the dubious crowd lodging in my mind
shouting anthems of profanity
Won’t have their way this time
For the glory of this perfect nation
Will be like Messi in his second prime
And evil will be confronted head-on
And a father won’t have to bury his son
A mother will marry off her daughter
While she is still young
He will be her comfort, she will be his peace
She will reject the apple, unlike her ancestor Eve
The only war a man will have to fight
Is the war against the evil lurking in his soul
And present himself to his neighbour
Whole
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 4:42 AM UTC
Road bending unto road
And I’m still running like nobody’s business
Dreams have died, but funny enough
I’m still oozing out breath
So I got new dreams
Road bending unto road
And I’m out in the cold
Carry my heavy load
I’m getting old
But I’ve refused to fold
Road bending unto road
All this distance travelled
I now realize I’m the joke
So my heart has shrunk numb
She sings me love songs
But I’m too drunk
She wants me to be her hero
To save her and her son
I tell her I, too, need saving
I wish I could be your Joseph
But so many Marys have done me wrong
And the women all had sons who needed fathers
They and their sisters were always bitter
“Men this men that”
And I was just tired of all the drama
So it was step after step
Road bending unto road
And the men all pushed around *** bellies
Mighty and gruesome mouths
Yapping all at once, and nobody ever listens
They complained about politicians, pastors, and their fathers
But never about themselves
And I was just sick.
Sick to my stomach
So on my way
Road bending unto road
Road bending unto road
The only thing stuck with me
After all these years
Is the bottle
Putting me in and out of all kinds of trouble
And many days I thought I met my end
But it was just another bend
And I’ve lingered in and out the legs of a hundred women
No difference has been made
Lately, your apparition in my dreams has become distorted
My shame and guilt have accumulated
Cause I’ve gone to so many places my conscience prohibited
Still, it’s road …
I’ve strolled through furious fires,
I’ve navigated several hateful waters
I’ve encountered many disdainful faces
I’ve sought solace in many sketchy places
I’ve sought salvation in many corrupt churches
I’ve seen war destroy peaceful and fruitful villages
I’ve participated in the debauchery that runs cities
I’ve survived ten thousand nights in rooms infested with flesh-thirsty rodents and cockroaches
I’ve been denied passage in two different airport terminals
Because of my skin color and nationality
And thus spent like a hundred nights sleeping in nasty hotels, dark alleys, and airport lobbies
But still
It’s road bending unto road
I always show up
If they wanna say no, let them say it to my face
And I’m twenty-eight, and everything I said will happen, never did
My high school sweetheart is married with three kids
And I’m somewhere in sub-Saharan Africa
Sandwiched between the dusty roads and the December heat.
But still
Road bending unto road
It’s been a hell of a treat
If I can't beat life, I beat my meat
The people in my head wish for my death
I say, don’t worry, it’s coming
Until then
It’s road bending unto road
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 11:43 AM UTC
All the doors are closed to man
And everything works against his plan
Even himself
There hasn’t been a race he’s refused to run
Even when his feet were numb
Even when he was drunk
There hasn’t been a song he hasn’t sung
Even when the air was stuck in his lungs
Even when he scarred his tongue
He’s chased after glory
Since the day his father shot him out of his *****
Since the day he slipped out of his mother’s groin
Life has tossed him around
Like gamblers casting lots and tossing coins
Still, where there is music, he joins
They want him to beg, but he’s too proud
He speaks, they say he’s too loud
He hasn’t made a sale
And the rain is already covering the cloud
He goes home to come back the next day
And the voices in his head won’t let him get away
Like the people who throw insults in his face
He slaps a man gets thrown in jail
He’s got no money to make bail
Spends the night leaning on a nail
The night crawls like a tired snail
The snores of the smelly inmates
And the voices in his head won’t let him sleep
In there, he thinks of his one true love who got away
She’s married, three kids, another on the way
How she loved him, but he pushed her away
And now there’s no one to call
He sits
Staring at and inhaling the blood and human waste
Stuck on the wall
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 11:36 AM UTC
Have you seen my love?
She bent the corner and disappeared
Her voice is as soft as a baby’s hair
Her smile is as inviting as the aroma of a freshly opened beer
Her eyes pierce through the heart when she stares
Her bottom wiggles like the waves of the Atlantic
Her lies mellow like a Drake song or any other one of the classics
Have you seen my love?
She told me to wait here a year ago
She stands in a 5-foot-8 frame
And walks like Rihanna in the height of her fame
Her voice as soothing as the sound of August rain
She walks, and all the birds hail her name
Her clothes hold on to her body as though they don’t want to ever let go
Have you seen my love?
I’ve called unto her for like a million times
She walks like she owns the place
Got two dimples carefully resting on opposite ends of her face.
The birthmark planted on her left cheek
Complimented by the dimples piercing into her jaws
Perfection is her only flaw
And she’s been gone 381 nights
And my joy’s been gone 381 nights
And the colours of life faded 381 nights
And I am drifting like the evening winds
Basking in the cold of my sins
Have you seen my love?
She’s my home, she’s got the keys
And she’s left me to freeze
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 7:45 AM UTC