I was about running for safety
when she said she love me
what is love?
on this my empty pockets
her onkempt hair and hungry eyes
i knew she was a spider

though my heart is deaf
Igbo love is costlier in the market
how-come this Yoruba lady
money in the morning, money clockwise
there is no juice left in me lady,
your web had caught nothing
and your tricks I've known.

I wrote a letter to God
On a lonely Tuesday evening
My heart I signed on it
With faith and smoke it flew.

I got a  dove of laughter
After a smote from the rich grey beared
The skies eyes turns red as if to fight
And the rain drenched me.

He has eagle eyes and long hands
Like a shepherd to his sheep’s
Even if we experience open sore of faith
God is not evil.

Am in love with a lioness
steel bones and red eyes she is
the morning sun that brightens my world
the warder of my life
her roar maketh heart tremble
it takes a man to assemble

allow her devour me
for am familiar with her demons
happily kneeling and begging clockwise
allow her make the night decisions
though am a man, blacks will say
that's our dog to lioness love.

forgiveness maketh the sky blue
when we get hurt its our hubby
those shadows pulling me away
family friends intruders
their voice i will not heed
till we feel our breath no more.

Black skin glows
Tough and toxic we are,
The strength of the horse attached to the *** of the earth.

The black head is far from light, he said.
The squirrel hole you should probe
Our hunchback distinct theirs,
Which pushes us back to our root, again and again.

Our affliction is born before the sun,
Even from the footage of the ancestors it lies
The mastermind of the rancorous vultures,
Feasting on a beautiful dream to come; I guilt them not.

Everyone grows a hunchback
The one leading our head in one direction
Then how can our eye see the sky
Or our ear be on the ground.

Who will hear me when I speak truth?
Or see the infant light; untapped
When our families hunchback cries for attention
That draws us far from every step near.

Two wrongs can make a right
When two fighting elephants die, the grass enjoys peace
If 73 men must die, a single hair must not fall
If we must sober for our crops being grazed
and our loved ones being butchered, then we get drowned in our own tears
If we must sleep in the cold breeze of the night,
With our eyes wide open, and our mind hanged to our hands,
convenient the cattle.

Let me cry now for my brother’s headache,
Not until I catch it,
Is this the change you have in mind?
I will not chase rats when my house is on fire
Since death is the mother of peace,
Let us die as one, for a peaceful generation to come
than be a ****** to this HERDSMEN.

where is the beauty of a girl-
that has mouthache  
and hairs on her chest

where is the beauty of a girl
if she cannot cook
or respect her womanhood

where is the beauty of a girl
that nags and nag and nag
for no reason at all

where is the beauty of a girl
that is ugly and have good character

that will feed you water when thirsty
cling to you when cold
hold you in times of solace

for beautiful girls are ugly
and ugly girls are beautiful.