If I was asked to write a story
I will write about hope
For the little she child
Germinating like weeds in the streets.

Pivoting a tray on frail neck.
Hawking fruits while books lay dormant.

Look at Her!
Lemons sprouts abruptly:
Buns smeared with oils of lust.
The she child: An object of *******.

Forced out of secure fences
By the fierce fire of hunger and starvation.

Mummy told her not to talk to strangers
But to strangers she must sell
Out of sight and out of cover
She was pounced on and devoured!

Another maiden is bleeding red tears.
A child becomes a mother!

Even if I had a mandate to write
On clean placards for all to see In white.
I wont waste my ink and sheets
For this generation does not read nor see.

Glancing at the rain bathing the pane
We kissed tenderly as the lightning hissed.
Our nails ate into sumptuous skin;
This Love Will Tear Us Apart!
The electric music of washing water ceased.
The shy Sun, at last, was free from the prison of Creamy-clouds
We ran out to play and bath with the damp wind
Not knowing this Love Will Tear Us Apart!
In your eyes, I saw my frame beautifully crafted,
Cushioned with the mastery of wants and desires.
When our fingers lock I feel a surge of flame
Instantly I knew this Love would rip us Apart.
Nights turn to day and laughter to snoring.
Ticking time knacks its Danceless tune on plain walls
As distance swallowed up all space between us
That was when love TORE US APART.

In Nigeria's political theatre, a tale unfolds,
The Hausa-Fulani’s, in power they hold.
For years, the ruling class they've been,
Yet education's light, they've scarcely seen.

Unwavering they stand, a united force,
Dominating cities, charting a course.
Enterprising minds, business savvy and bold,
In the market of life, their stories are told.

Marriage bonds woven within their tribe,
A tradition upheld, where sentiments imbibe.
Ethnicity and religion, threads of identity,
In the mosaic of Nigeria's vast diversity.

Through the corridors of power, they navigate,
A web of connections, a potent state.
Unity binds them, a familial embrace,
Supporting each other in life's challenging race.

In the embrace of tradition, they find strength,
A tapestry woven, a cultural length.
Love and support, a pillar so tall,
Hausa-Fulani’s, standing proud, standing tall.

In the heart of the nation, their legacy thrives,
A paradox unfolds, where wisdom derives.
For though uneducated ratio may be high,
The bonds they share reach up to the sky.

A political dynasty with tales to unfurl,
Hausa-Fulanis, a complex swirl.
In the dance of power, a rhythm unique,
A story echoing through history's mystique.

If there is ever a time  I can be free
Then that time should be now.
I wanna be a tree in the wild
Surrounded solely by my redolence.
i wanna be like the night bat
Free to roam the ethereal essence.
I wanna drink like a sailor
And read every line like a geek.
Like a breathtakingly borne butterfly,
I'll dance the samba in  the zithering zephyr
I wanna be free. Free to be me!
Jump of a cliff and bounce on the cotton clouds


But these are just wishes
For every time I am awake
I'm trapped within these stuccoed walls.
I really wanna be free.
They say get better don't get bitter.
I'm working on switching them letters
They say pain hurts and fear hates...
I say pain strengthens and fear draws faith
When am free I will wash away every doubt
I will take my time...Maybe this time.

Am Just a bird with wings
But too weak to escape to reality.
Am too weak to swim as a fish
Drowning in my ocean of doubt.
My faith is in the desert;
Drying to a dead End.
Drunk elders said emphatically;
Don't get bitter get better.
But My bitterness is now Sweet,
Sweeter than the bitterness of truth.
JUST LET ME!
Am weary of false promises,
They are like worms festering my ears.
JUST LET ME BE!
Am not going to listen no more.
I have tasted the truth and now am free!
JUST LET ME BE!
Am a bird..I live in the Sky
But i bathe with warm sand when cold.
LET ME BE PLEASE!
Am ready to leap off the cliff
So ready I am to fall in love with the Wind.

Tick Tick Tock tock it goes
Speaking the tongue of the old
Round and round the hands do spin
Spilling the guts of man and the wellness within.

Check and Check a must you have 
lest u varnish in its tide and mist
It yawns and growls its bowel is starved!
Three long arms that punch without molding a fist.

Time oh time you stole HIs life!
made Him wrinkle and wriggly like winter.
Why do we live a life of strife?
If time clocks and washes us all away like a passing river.

He would climb a tree to count the stars.
He once raced after a train crawling from afar!
He dared the Siberian to a friendly dance.
He lives for life and does nothing by chance

He claimed a strange voice was his Spur.
He wanted to hide the moon behind his Freaky Furs
He ones Hushed a Cobra with a Hushy Hiss.
He's But a man willing to live and Grieve in Peace!

He is my friend and a brother by Breath
He had Pulled from my heart a dagger of death.
He is Unknown to the world but to me
He Is Born in my head and herein he lives!

You can drink me if you want
I am a poppy, I can quench your desires; Thirst!
I can also make your pains go away.
Take a Swig! drink all you want!

I am big and I am Small
I am your daring desire and favorite fear
As heavy as a kite am a memory so clear.
I come alive when you Fall!

I shine bright in the dark
Like venom, I snake down your cheek when you Cry
Am not a regret yet I make you Ask Why?
I am A giver, not a Lack

I make you scream a silent roar
Am your escape and rebirth; Future, now and then!
I am a Dream and a story I can tell.
I am a breach of gravity I make you SOAR!

The smile you have
Is the 8th color of the rainbow;
The main essence of the rain!

The smile you have
Is  the patterns on the peacock;
The defination of grace and reign!

The Smile you have
Is the music in the waterfall;
The Majesty and grace of its name!

The smile You have
Can heal a broken heart;
Soft and silky like a lions royal mane!

The Smile you have 
To me is treasure at sea
I shall set sail to famous glory and fame!

Okoro, Nwafor, and Ejike.
Three unwise men from the Floral east
Where spurred by an atavistic urge
To visit the Shrine of NWOKE
The Hedonist! The keeper
Of the frothy Necta
That soothes anxiety with oils of pleasure.
At the crack of dawn.
The keeper makes a journey
Far into the blurry thickest
Were he ascending to the heavenly
And communes with the deities
As a Reward
He is blessed with Necta
With which he curses Men.
From ***** crow to sunset
The Shrine of Palmfonds
Is never void of men.
Poor Devils!
Seeking to ease the heebie-jeebies of existence.
But the talisman is temporal!
The spirit only possesses for a night.
It flees by dawn cos it fears the light.
The three unwise men from the Floral east
Made another visit to the Shrine.
They became faithful.
They live only on the poisonous Necta
FIT ONLY FOR THE GODS.

MOTHER! You who prays relentlessly for me
So I don't join the devil and his band of thieves
     .
MOTHER! You whose breast I once clung for life!
My golden arch. My eternal heavenly Prize.
  
MOTHER! When weary and coated  with frozen fear
You massaged me with the balm of motherly Care

MOTHER! You said to me "love and learn to live happily"
One mute morning  while we drank the February breeze

MOMMY:
Again you add  yet a tiny year
The jolly-july clouds match in square .
Celebrating a Gem that's meek and fair .
I sing songs and post poem Everywhere
Marking the birth of my GOLDEN SPEAR!

I wonder why I get lost
Every time my mind wonders to Her.

She greets my heart first
With a furry of freshness so tender.

Her native announces her with "Nkiru"
Royalty with a golden Haem in her vein.

When She steps the roses blossoms by,
Perfuming the arena with an aromatic Reign.

A dime that can crack the ice,.
With the pick in her touch, she revives a dewy rain.

When she  switches on the globe in her lense,
On me a shadow of passion rest

Mimosa Pudica I am, her touch awakens my Sense.
Like the sky, she absorbs my sandy smoke with zest.

She is my mirror image
through my every gesture she sees

She is the second Eve to whom I bow.
The breast in her mouth forms nectar I **** like a buzzing bee.

At night a silent whisper to her i send
Patterned and adorned like a swallowtail

A gentle prayer
Indeed to keep her safe 'till I crown her nails...

Not what I said
Well, literally what I said
But I swear you
I meant different!

Not what you see
Well, physically what you see.
But I pray you
I meant different.

Not what you hear
Well, words pry arid air
But I beseech you don't listen.
I meant different.

Many times actions
Break the bond of spoken words
But I pray you hear my heart
See I've always meant it differently.

When all is well and Swell
And the glassy sea spill out shells
      The majesty of its ell
       On me cast a spell
My nostrils twitch to the glorious smell...
I revere at the beauty therein kept
    And the life it gave my latent cell.
A sudden golden gong gushed from a bell!
  A gush from within i knew well
         Images: forms of my Angel
Blissful thoughts of love held me like a gel,
          And then I fell!
Head Swirling like a loose thread held by a peg.
   To bow and follow my noble Adelle
      A course thus set for this Ansel!

She has smiley fiercesome eyes
She could melt any walls with it.
Her smile has eyes of its own
It flashes like neon and cinders.

From a dense crowed
The aura of her presence could be read.
A silence of her Loud!
In the pureness of Oneliness her soul is lead.

There was a change;
of weather it seemed and a dull reigned
Her face was drained;
Of life and the blossoming therein slewed

Oh if only one could mop
This dew of sadness now rested on Her.
Using an elixir of hope
Maybe her smile will be reborn...Alas!

I seek not to hide in truth
Or swirl in the spirals of honesty.
I just want to rock with ease
And draw on the canvas of life with smiley strokes.
I seek not to ravel you with words
Or drown you in the sugar sweetness of my rhymes
But to open up your souls to the silent songs of hope.

I remember being locked in the pumpkin of her own eyes.
Smiles that catch Snow and burn fire.
She is Nkem, Yes, My  Nkem! She sparkles more than she glitters;
More than even the brightest Star.
She is a canvas; colored with all the shades of beauty.
Like the Udala tree is Sacred.
She could pass for a goddess if she is not one already
So in my heart, her temple is Laid.

My thought is like the Gold Crown
So tiny yet so dear.
But make a little smoochy sound
And It disappears.

My thought is like the desert.
So vast and so dry.
Heat and dust will make you merry.
Flooded in the mirage of truth.

My thought is like the ocean,
Reflecting the shimmering sun
Yet hiding so many slimy Secrets
Hunting me with dark dreams

My thought is like the moon
Glorious at night
Yet shy at day
In it holds power and MIght.

My thought is my blanket in the snow
My ice in the Heat
My light for the nights
And my forever playmate.

SOMETIMES
Sometimes things are better shared softly
like powder smeared on a baby's **** lest they go red with rashes.

Sometimes better early tears are shed Slowly
Then left to build and burst forth like volcanoes!

Sometimes a broken bone is cured with a Crack
'Cos when Pampered is left to swell and rotten.

Sometimes life is spent swimming in the pool of the past
And the present existence is left dry and cranky

Sometimes a Lie is meant to Ignite the truth
But the effect is not impressive like a firework!

Sometimes when anger burns like Sulfur
It takes only the ice of patience to quench it.

Sometimes we tend to drink in mysterious light
while our souls lurk in the shadow of myseries

Sometimes an Echo is just a friendly reminder
That the unstuccoed walls do have ears that listen.

Most of the times 'LOVE' is all we truly need
And a bounty of it is stuffed in the stars

THE MOB
They came looking for Us
With Axes,hoes and Clubs
Some even came bearing Stones
Ready to have our graves Enthroned!
The Ulysses were forbidden
The night was void of decoration it was Hidden.
The shimmering sun spinned without drama
And the birds whispered in-low tones: karma!
        In our hearts we'd died.
Our Countenance collapsd like falling leaves. Dried
Yet without mercy came a bellowing blow
     A harvest of tooth and blood flowed
    Scooped in baskets like fresh fruits
        Ones again we died without truth
With tears cascading our eyes like a fall
And now we remain Dead, rusted brains in our skulls .
Relishing in comforting darkness:
Nothing to sense. Void of Consideration just emptiness.
Polished by earth and Matter,
we become white and clean, even neater
Without the wanton weight of our fowl hides.
Never to be pounced again by the Mob.
         Thank God we are Now
                    DEAD

When age Speaks beauty not the pain of pension regrets and Missed adventures.

When is Age is light as a kite
But is heavily glazed with Wisdom.

When the youths obscure sight
Is a mirror foresight reflecting before one?

Oh, 2023, a fleeting year in time,
Now replaced by 2024's chime.
With the turning clock, a new chapter unfolds,
A tale untold, in the book of life it molds.

The echoes of yesterday softly fade,
As the dawn of a fresh era is laid.
In the canvas of time, strokes anew,
Patterns of moments, both old and true.

Resolutions and hopes, like stars align,
In the vast cosmos of possibilities entwined.
Oh, 2024, with your untrodden ways,
What secrets lie beneath your cosmic haze?

New beginnings sprout like spring's first bloom,
In the garden of fate, where destinies loom.
A chant of moments, a rhythm profound,
As the hands of time continue to astound.

Let's cherish memories of the past,
Yet embrace the future, vast and vast.
For in this transition, a chance to explore,
The untamed wonders of 2024.

In the land of Igbo, where stories unfold,
A soul bears burdens, both young and old.
"Why always me?" the heart does plea,
In the rhythm of life, a poignant decree.

Beneath the palm trees, where breezes sigh,
Ancestral echoes in the crimson sky.
Through the hustle of markets, tales untold,
The query persists, a narrative bold.

Is it the weight of history, a heavy chain?
Or destiny's dance in the pouring rain?
In the dance of kola, where traditions blend,
"Why always me?"—a query to comprehend.

Through the bustling cities and village lanes,
Resides a spirit resilient, amidst life's strains.
In the echoes of language, a melodic plea,
"Why always me?" in the Igbo symphony.

Yet, amid challenges, strength does rise,
In the tapestry of struggles, where hope lies.
Through the echoes of ancestors, resilience we see,
A vibrant spirit asking, "Why always me?"

Like an army of bold stallions
Your memories raised dust in my Heart.
like the golden of the setting sun
You make my smile a sight to behold!
And when the duty roll is called
And i step out with my swinging cord
To swirl and dance to rhythms unheard
And see to the burst of colorful fire works.
In a posh valley we shall seat and drink,
smiling back at our reflections on silvery streams....
i felt a push within me
A familiar life came sliding through;
it was love!
I was not in love for i am its Mum:Through me it was formed.
Out it came coated red like a rose.
It scented fresh like frost in winter.
My Plumped lips parted to a Smile and curved to a frown,
As the horses raced your memories away
A dusty view was all i had,
wishing to see thy oval face again!

The wet floor sign has been raised for the tears.
Blood in the eyes. Bleeding pain and fear.
I walked carefully lest I slip.
Sleep deserted, the pillow soaked not the ******.

A sip of the abandoned wine.
Brought about the washing of guts.
More tears: the floor becomes really slippery this time.
Time took flight then crashed to a halt in shame.

Taking careful steps lest I fall.
Out of the cavity came dry bullets
The sign called: EVEN WETTER FLOOR!
Then I slipped into sleep against all Odds

whenever i hold you close
I feel invincible.
Something like gold in the crust.
From dawn till dusk
To drink from the aura of thy musk
A soothing release from harsh reality.

Whenever I Kiss thy lips
Invincible my bones become.
Something like a diamond sheathed power.
Year in and year out
To sip from thy ***** of grace
a painless drift from the hibbie-jibbies of existence.

Whenever I stray away from you.
My defenses collapse and I die;
A choking breath from an excess breeze.
My bones become washed.
Like Samson without a strand of hair
The columns collapse on my remains.

The elegant breeze whistled like a blue flute.
Your floral gown; blue
Danced expertly to its broken blue tune.
Your smile was another color and blue.
From your hands grew a rose
A rose whose color i won't disclose.
This is a poem for Blue
So any color mentioned will be taboo.
Underneath the open covers of blue skies.
A serenade of blue butterflies scattered forth
when blue hearts joined in a bluish kiss.
Electric like the blue taste of mint mouthwash
A blue is like the shine of Sapphire and Topaz
The blue of Absence
When mean rain splash mercilessly on blue panes
And i lay helplessly ensconced in blue covers.
The provocative blue in Pinocchio Lies
Within the blue solace of gingers depths.

Where did all the oranges go?  
The sweet and ripe, their golden glow,  
Now scarce as dew on desert sand,  
In a world that’s lost its careful hand.  

The maidens once in gentle bloom,  
Now shed their petals all too soon.  
The blush of innocence, so rare,  
Dissolves like mist into the air.  

No shame remains, no modest blush,  
The world now moves in careless rush,  
And men, once bold with strength to lead,  
Now chase the easy path of greed.  

Lazy hands that reach for gain,  
Without the toil, without the strain.  
They flock like birds to fleeting fruit,  
While roots are bare, the ground’s gone mute.  

Where are the keepers of the land?  
The ones who till with steady hand?  
Who cherish harvest slow to grow,  
And reap what careful hearts bestow?  

But time will turn, as seasons show,  
And seeds will find their way to sow.  
Though oranges may seem so few,  
In time, the trees will bear anew.  

And when they bloom, may we recall,  
The price of letting virtues fall.  
For what is sweet is not so free,  
It’s earned in love, in dignity.