I forgot my thumb
on my candle fire
till the smell of burning flesh
awoke my paused consciousness.

I bit my lip
and looked by my right side for
a small tissue-paper,
only to find the rats staring innocently
at my candle and my thumb.
It is fascinated by
the way the candle affected
my thumb
i guess.

I looked up
"no light"
was the reason
for the frown that
graced my slightly
pimpled face.

Heat!!
"shoo" i said
because of one of the rats
that sat on my
hand fan.
It shifted a bit
and i reached for it.

Thirst!!
All the water bottles and kegs
empty
all taps hissed, "no water"

Then the stomach growl.
Nothing in my cupboard,
not even a chewing-gum.

Gosh!!
I hate here.
I then layed down to
fantasize about my dream boy.

Sleep came
and floated me off
Nigerian Waters.

The Great assembly
spirit, body and soul.
A violent tempest
hold your positions
let your senses stray outside universe.

Wait for it
There!!!
It came rushing
in spiritual elegance
filling our vocals with beautiful language.

He declares
" Daughters shall prophesy,
Young men shall see visions,
and Old men shall dream"

Filter paper,
Circle it all around like a radar.
Going through a phase,
and suddenly it seems appropriate to stick like things in the freezer.
On track like the Champion racer,
Brilliance is the engine maker.
Me and You like a new edition,
distinction couple in the love examination.
The envy sprain their brains on their black Operations;
But of course we resist because of this strong connection.

Clothed in your colour
which is life
Moulded in your form
which is beauty

Fresh
as a daisy
Dark woman
you have conquered our attention

Your voice is spiritual
and musical
The glint of the sun
against your watered skin
pauses all birds
to stare in admiration

Black woman,
i sing your beauty
that passes
before age takes a giant bite
from it all.

Pink bubbles
blue water
earth abstractables
fire the lamplighter.

Great depths
its steam like fountain
unique heat
sheer wall faces.

But, today that lake went dry
almost empty
no longer boiling
grey water
that smelt like sulphur.

This is what happens
when evertime you are afraid to fail.
Let the determination
boil inside you.
And boy will you steam success.

Your love affects my body parts
Your grey eyes clothes my heart
Your touch devours my doubts
Your lips flatters my mouth
Only your words make up my dictionary
The magical fires of our chemistry
is un-common and evolutionary

Relationships are entitled to obstacles
Your patience and understanding makes my everywhere peaceful.
It is impossible
To be miserable
When we are together and comfortable

Love is tough
Pain is rough
What is visible eventually fades away
What is invincible is there to eternally stay

The piller and the doughnut, two treacheous thingies. Steering through the ooze of the sugar deep. Do me ****** business on the veins of malicious music.
Come unto these brown earth,
trading temple secrets and sweet lies.
Sea serpents hourly weeps upon dastardly islands.
Three nights you came,
with such nuptial purpose and local gabbage.
Thine reluctance retire not.
Pardon shall you draw from the grand liquor that hath reached your lips.
I shall not fear clapping oracles.
This is strange Romans 13 vs.13 maze men trod.
Nature shall be shortly single for particular accidents.
Beyound a common joy and glad Father,
i button-press this beauteous acquaintance.

Can i count on you
to be my man?
Just enough love
to keep us above.
Numerous Mistrust regulations
keep us from reaching the remark, congratulations.
Your dipped your tongue in pungent waters.
Now, your fresh breathe became odoured.
Your insults just give me the strength.
Your eyes tease mine in mockery
but soon it will be my own turn to laugh back.
No one will make u forget the way i laughed.

Can i count on you
to stay away from me?
You came, you saw, you took.
All the sweetness in me will never be over before my life-time.
You traded Faith for Flesh,
Interest for Injury
and Love for Lust.
All you ever experienced with me
is just a tip of the ice berg.
It gets interesting for you
when i go on hurting.
I will get better,
no matter the wheather
For i am stronger.
You will witness the radiance of Life in me
and you wont have a spot of that brightness in your direction.

Sweetness got cold... again,
cold toes and fingers,
dried lips and nostrils.
Sweetness held her right knee
to chide the pain that swallowed up the joint.
She couldnt fight her way through this one, atleast not alone.
Every time she saw her reflection, the reflected image would blur.
Broken mirrors trickle blood.
Candles spoke of a promise to suffocate her.
Guilt in person is the chandelier above your heads.
Its stare, the weight of an entire mansion.
Piece by piece, sweetness grew sour.
Outside the wooden spectacle of her painted steel doors were daggers,
daggers that held their own weight
daggers that spoke of her recent previous days,
daggers that promised the winter...

Today, i saw a ****** make-up free woman,
but that wasn't what caught my attention;
Her swollen cheeks,
dis-coloured eye skin
and dis-torted voice got me thinking
Oh Yes !
It all started with a Hot arguement
possibly with her husband because her left ******* had a medal on it, a golden medal it would seem.
Certain slaps and blow were transmitted via fist, belt or leg.
Lots of screaming and cursing,
the kids hid under their beds panting.
Men that beat up women are heroes, right?
You beat the children and then the women.
Forgive my Remark.
That is just me being angry about it
But, really it makes no sense.

Couldn't care less
shouldn't care more;
Should have said less
and win the war.
Mixed up in this mess
heading straight for the bar.
Thoughts so fussy, clumsy, mossy
and aches became excessive.

Over-drunk, heading to Road West,
chatter and giggling at their busiest.
Then it started raining.
Pillagers couldn't make a move at me because it is raining.
I love the rain.
Soaked in beer
and Drenched in rain
Every where was muddy,
and slippery.

Still stangering,
He left foot step on air
weightless and painless
till his right foot joined in curiousity.
no OUCH sounded
or even any wincing from him.
Death became physically present,
Its gripped his skull
and enveloped his heart.

"Sweet Torture come to me", he thought.
Then he passed out.
He woke the next day
on the hospital bed.
His wife saw his state
and a tear drop escaped her lids.
He turned his face away.
Somewhere in the background, the sun ray focused on His face.
Hope is seemed,
the new him is redeemed.

Hurling curses everywhere,
pitchforks and pistols in everyhand.
The price for silence
flirted with moral opulence.
The minted paper lollipops
credited our hungry accounts;
whilst our future sold in the markets
and our groins thrown in the caskets.
Change is not a criteria to progress
because it is a slutty variable.
Honesty is not a key to political prowess
because it is transparently breakable.
Let the feet do the talking
and the mouth do the standing.

Quit waiting
for coincidence.
Happiness is a joint satisfaction.
Picture nothing
because there are memories too numerous to pause and click.

Un-learn nothing
because knowledge isn't cheap.
Sprint when its raining
because the road is unclear.
Say u love someone because soon all your teeth will fall off

Keeping it real
before the inverted rainbow.
I'll be wishing to skip the drill
somersault on my sweet high-lows
till the sun is up
because i can keep the spot from the woes.

The poison circling in my eyeballs
and the placards i hold shift letters.
White light, sharp and short.
Release the white cherubs in your mouth
to receive cheers and chops.
Swing arms till we tire
and retire to uncertainty

Light the touch
and lets make ourselves warm

Keep the fire burning
so we can see the path that lies ahead

We stay together
because we need each other

We trust each other
to remain sincerely happy and contented

The frost approaches,
our warmth makes us skip the torture

We go public
because we are not afraid of asunder

The sun and the moon
reminds us
how nature has blessed our Union.

Its You and I
forever

What is liberty without breath?
What is sanity when there is an eventual death?
The Law
is a control cause.

The same sense
that makes you not sing aloud in a bank,
to the same sense
that makes you not *** on an open road,
down to the same sense
that makes you not wear swimming trunks to an evening outting;
solely because people and cameras are watching
makes me wonder of our pre-supposed gift from nature.

When we think its forthcoming
right up that faith we're fast building,
it flies away again,
even in the rain
thus, mocking all efforts that are evidently in vain.

Re-fill my thirst
to direct all my anger in order to fulfil this quest.

Reach for the evening cloud
to covers all youthful activities on motion ground.

Crave for confidence
that we may flaunt madness.

Truth be spoken.
Hearts beat for red bluff,
mine beats for red stuff.

Shadows on the wall,
what was short was tall.
And then darkest night falls.
Nothing would stop the deformed dolls.

Pure evil engaging in blood writings.
So cold and bold that it causes the bats to be frightened.
Dogs in closed cages are howling.
Fear leaves humans embracing.

Then, it came, the noise pause
to reveal horror's sentence was a clause.
The knife instead of a flash light was all i could toss.

A pat on my shoulder
and i turned around.
Drooping saliva,
sick eyes,
***** clothes
and abnormal physique.
I prepared to scream
then i woke on my laptop's keyboard
only to see the movie subtitle that says:
"Curtains Closed"

Happy, Happy, Happy, Happy +

If was a ship
and i saw me sailing
in an Ocean of Dreams.
I could look up in the sky,
i would tell me what i see,
look at them Shiny, Shiny;
all above me.
And the more i see me,
the convinced i'll be,
And that makes me
Happy, Happy, Happy, Happy.

If i was a bird
and i saw me flying
in the fluffy Clouds of Peace.
I could look down to see all that is green,
i would tell me what i see,
look at them Glossy, Glossy
all under me.
And the more i see them,
the more am convinced
and invisible to jealousy;
And that makes me
Happy, Happy, Happy, Happy.


Meifehl
:)

Challenges and competition notified.
Every step codified.
Tears and sweat pacified.
Achievements and advancement glorified.
Regression and depression terrified.
Muscles and struggle verified.
Foes and conspirators mortified.
Plans of progress and purpose sanctified.
Grace and the Goodness of God testified.
Sweet pleasures of life.
Trials, Torment and Torture.
Eulogies and Elegies of visible characters.
Promising and decisive.
No conflicts, No dilemma.

Desire or duty,
Love or lust,
Head or heart,
Want or necessity.
Over and over
i'm filled with emotion.
Unconditional coalition.
Brittle decision.
Feeling fusioned in a long-lived germination.
Certainty prevails, no hesistation.
On you, before men, i will make my jactation.
Your love shields me from labefaction.
Asunder, a mere machination.
Generations to come
tell our story

From where we're standing now in life
we looked back
at all the steps we've climbed.
The past left us standing
with cracks.
We would remember all the salty pools we wept.
Disappointment after another
Mockery after the first one.
Failure felt like a bonus treatment
We would hop and fall
people would watch and laugh.
No arm stretched
No one wanted to touch our ***** bodies.

Hours past
Days past
Weeks past
Months past
Years past
We would dream of a place;
where we would be welcomed,
where we would be allowed to be us
and where we would be able to help people like us.

Walking along the road,
the sun mercilessly beat us.
We walked down-cast
We would dream.
We didnt seek glory or fortune.
All we wanted is to be acknowledged

August 1, 2010
we would not forget.
The day she came to us.
Very un-real and impossible to believe.
She came and sat beside us.
We were uncomfortably embarrassed by our odoured bodies.
We tried walking away
then she stopped us with the most beautiful smile.
She pleaded with us
to give her an audience.
She then offered to buy us drinks and food.
We wouldnt deny we wanted to be filled, badly.

Fortunately, a restaurant was near by
she walked with us down there.
The guy at the door waved and shouted us away from the premises.
She insisted and told him we accompanied her.
Reluctantly, he let us in.
The waiters and people in the restaurant froze in disguist.
The owner in no time came
and begged her to take us out
so that we dont irritate his customers.

One of us was almost in tears.
She pleaded with us not to be offended by their actions.
She led us out through the door
and begged us to await her return.

Minutes later
she came with lots of bags in hand.
She spotted a shed and we walked towards it.
We settled
then she gave us a bag each.
She encouraged us to eat.
She watched us relish the meal.
She smiled
and opened her bottle of soda.
She sipped it.

Moments later
we were done.
Then she asked to talk with us.
We responded to her every question.
She was impressed
This went on for a while.
We enjoyed her presence and softness.

The day was aging.
She baded us goodbye
and told us she would return some other time.
We were enchanted
Oh! We were visited by an angel.

Few days later
she came again.
We ate and talked.
This went on for a week.
In one of our conversations with her,
she invited us over to the company she worked for.
Of course, Our clothes were taken care of.

When we arrived the company
we were ushered in.
We sat before a number of judges.
They were also impressed.
The said our talent and intelligence is un-equal,
one they have never come across before.
We were employed
and given a place to stay in.
It was quite comforable
because we were just three.
Our lives changed.

Now i am old.
When i sit back on my dock chair,
i would smile
and look to the skies
and say,
" truly there is a GOD. "

They hailed
and prostrated on the dust
as the monstrous jeeps passed.

Chants of praises
in loud native phrases
all for one man with deep pockets.

White man would look and say,
" Africans "
Black man would look, smile
and shake his head.

We say Nigeria is distressed
We say there is no money
We say all our leaders should face the firing squad
We say alot of things.

Churches are increasing,
Spiritual leaders are prophesizing,
Intellectuals are holding conferences,
Analylists are investigating,
Ministers are budjeting
and yet nothing is changed.
Still that black man on
the presidential seat wants
a second term.
Another term of nothingness.

I know everyone deserves
a second chance,
but ruling Nigeria
isnt a dice game.
We are in a state of nature
where every man is a danger
to the next.
Even body parts can not be guaranteed
to remain in one piece,
even in death
because of these ritual get-rich quick individuals.

Just like a mathematical equation,
Nigeria's solution
is " no solution ".
But, because there is no answer
doesnt mean it can not be solved at all.

I would not be the first to write about Nigeria
nor will i be the last,
but let history record
that at least i verbally cared.

Cold pierced through the blanket.
Then it started,
the nose bleeds,
soar throat,
aches.
As familair as these are,
and as annoying as stinging bees are,
this time was different.
One soak in a hot tub,
made the water cold in an instant.
One sip in a hot coffee,
made the steam die off.
What cold is this?
Who would you warm up with?

I know one i would warm up with,
but now he is mad at me.
I'll wait
and pray till he lets me into his warm embrace
once more.

Oh ! Wonders of nature
when we take care of things produced by nature.
You wonder,
What a Mighty Creator.
Oh Lord lives and Reigneth.

"Who is like you", the world wonders.
No one.

There was something particularly cold that hot night,
something particularly dark that moon-lit night.
Whatever caused the giggles
did not possess me that night.

My four-cornered room
Frightened my four-chambered heart.
When i needed inspiration,
all your did was instigate an un-necessary complication.

My mind swam in water,
my thoughts deep like a crater.
Trust was always the issue,
the tears and the paper tissue.

Oh did i pray to sleep
and all the remaining night pass away,
the comfort near,
and the pain far away.

Heart break feels like Paralysis,
no permanent cure and Inconclusive analysis.
My eyeballs floated in salt,
my cherry cheeks stood still and time came to a halt.
The root cause
were the constant lies,
so visible like fire flies.
Everyday feels the same;
cracks in the Big Picture,
the pictures that had us in it.

No amount of Colour
can represent the love i coated you with.
No Picture Frame
can contain the greatness of that love.
No Everest
can reach that peak.

Everything went blind
and un-kind.
Every blanket went cold.
My sheets still smelt of you,
but then i asked myself what is the essence.
You are gone
and now i'm done.
Scratch that chapter of you in my life
and unto the next one.

History's greatest psychic,
Micheal de Nostrademus prophesied.
He wrote and wrote.
Words on calamity
of terrifying magnanimity.
War leader after another,
battles and assassinations after the previous one.
Morality in all decisions was part of his plans.
Blood, death, waste and famine are quite familiar in our age
but in the end our century will be peaceful.

    "Peace prosecuted by death
    shall be achieved.
    In one night,
    green that have
    been long dead
   will grow green again.
   After the war,
   there would be a re-newed rain
   and a Golden Age,
   and a peace that would last
   a 1000 Years.

Communicate with my spirit
and it'll tell you all my merits,
show you all the roads that leads to my greatness
and it will burst your ego till its weightless.
Spring fast
regardless of the past.
Feel your soul's warm whisper
and feel no dispair.
Sedate failure
and keep your white dress pure.
You're correctly sold out.

Turn on the light
to reveal the challenger who is punching palm.
Fear is a four-lettered word.
Brevity is the strongest figure power formular.
Smoke all the sweat away.
Wear fearless like an earned medal.

**** in the cold air,
exhale all the anxiety
and calm all shudders.
One decision is all it requires,
focus on one desire,
one piece of action at a time.
Because you look wierd doesnt mean you're pathetic,
it isnt so bad to be psychadelic.

Drum rolls.
Near the end zone.
The dreadful dark watches and waits.
Focus intensely,
and stare hard immensely.

Self-doubt is the enemy inside.
You cant have enemies floating from side-to-side.
Tell yourself to make it happen.
There is no one you should rather be than you.

She hardly was an early riser.
Life at home for her was hell.
Violent voices
and mean threats.
She wrote this on a sunny start of the week, monday.
The sun seemed to have been greatly amused at her wrinkled face.
Recently, she discovered she would release a ****
whenever anxiety or nervousness hit her like a dart.

Her daily life began by 4:30am.
There she was in comfort on her irregular bed,
till a sharp light hit her face
and a thunderous voice boomed her ear drums,
His foot steps made so much sound than his voice.
It was her father.
It wasnt his voice that struck her,
or was it the sight of a whip that he wielded so callously.
It was the angry look he always beared on his face.
It was almost as if he was angry with God for waking him up everyday.
Mixed feelings of fright and fuzziness gripped her
she hastily greeted
He didnt respond.
Her sister stood behind her bed
whimpering in fear.
Only then did she discover who the whip was meant to trash at that moment.

The night before
was a nightmare she have seen before.
Her ingredients failed her,  
her attention
and her organization
towards the food preparation.
Her Mom hated excuses
Her Dad hated losses and bad soups.
Her promises flew away
Phone accessories became her get-away.
It wasnt the intensity of the funny smell,
or the intense awareness of the pepper and salt,
but it was the searing look her mum had.
Her mom must have mentally shredded her like cabbage, she thought.
Her mom wondered why arguements stuck in her tongue like a tatoo.
Most times she resented her awkward behaviour,

She saw life has an eazy game.
She thought mistakes were a part of our imperfection as human beings and hence should be constantly made.
She didnt understand why God placed her in that family.
Her mom would constantly remind her of the future
She could hear her voice in her sleep
Her mom would speak with her eyes
when her anger has reached a certain height.

Hereditry
played a role
in her usual condescesion.

The environment
played a role
in her usual sadistic talk and thinking.

Yin and Yang,
Cold and Hot,
the order of seasons
Either you can change
or you can not.
Such is the nature of Monica.

From the dust of your feet
to the rough of your hair,
everything,
i'm loving it.
All of it.

The scars and spots on your skin,
just like small glittering stones
mesmerized by the beautiful rays of the sun.

The very sweat you perspire,
just like the sea,
its so visible
as i take one long refreshing look
at the back of your shirt

Your fierce care
and fiery concern
erupts the very base
of my throat.

Your Quarrels with me
vibrates the dancing monster
in my eyes and tongue.

Everytime we make up,
its like a slow whistling wind
coupling with the flowers.

Before every treasure i know of
in this world,
it is you.

Tightly hung up on the past.
Darkness and Decisions.
Confusion and Counsel.
Help seems silent as stars,
Quiet and Queer.
Night never gives away,
Worries and Wrinkles.
Pray it all ends
retain little faith in you,
luck will shed its light in your path
and leave no fatal aftermath.
Fear begets Fright.
Courage makes a Conqueror,
climb up, up, up,
Mountain Menace is the challenge,
reach up, up, up
Fate is plain,
and destiny, yours to claim.
The zenith is near,
race for it at your own pace.

It takes what it takes
to know what to take
and to detect what is fake.

If disappointment is a reality, who says it cant be double-crossed?
If its a one man's world, who needs a double-bank?
If its either cheat or be cheated, who needs to be caught up in a double-bind?

Whats *****
shocks
much more than the findings of the sherlocks

All they say is, "no ****"
but whose really taking the hit?
when all we can think of is taking to our heels in a fleet

Joining the contest
at its hottest
drives us to the binge at our adeptest

Mistakes are abound
and everywhere promises are airbound
suffocating the area we surround

Russian is a scrambled language
just as my cuban rainguage
reverts us into ice age

We are all elements
soaked into worldy commitments
to meet our societal requirements

Love is not a physical duty
enjoyed in a ladies *****
via packaged protection zooty

A life aint gat nine
its not everytime things will be fine
all sectors needs you to brace-up and hoist your catline.

Here she is
again, totally feeling she is under some kind of hypnosis
or orthosis
or haplosis
or maybe moral epilepsis.

Hands on chest
like she should not be at her angriest.
Keeping her still under his mouth arrest
like she should not feel at her awfullest.

Her brain started a coup
then her defenses echoed a coo.
Shampoo all over that bamboo

Lust has a wicked heel curve
desire's stepping on her last nerve
satisfaction killing all her reserve
he got what he did not deserve.

Next day,
it was all over the internet.

What should we look for?
What do we think we want?
These new things
These new tides
So graciously presently themselves
Visibly or vaguely

Time is uncorruptable
Space is expandable
Actions are expendable

What choice do we have
When Expectation
points a fire-arm at us.

December's red chambers
had little bells made of silver.
A celebrated black-out i call it,
till the following year's hustle period revives us back to the usual struggle.
It is a period to eat the fattened animals,
if you dont get your share, its nothing personal.
White and wet sheddings
falling from the sky un-ending.
So beautiful and warm a season,
lots of visits to be made
and gifts exchanged.
Wet and wild kisses amongst couples.
Sweet smothering at its peak at night.
Surrender and be engulfed by the wild fires.
Passion tastes like candy.
We'll do this
till day light finds us.

Gallus Gallus Domesticus
Uncourageous Uncourageous Coward-"icus"
These are the people we believe to possess high ideals.

So elite and luxurious,
so stainless and luscious.
All dressed in designers
with adorners.

Boundless extravagance
inspite our disacceptance,
yet in the face of danger
they would be the first to disappear.
But then, who are we to judge others
when we would equally do the same.

Out here,
in this place,
Its everyman or woman
for himself or herself.
Its you and i, all by ourself.

Some say life is personal,
because passion is an internal central.
Be honest and practical
because it is totally essential.
Life choices can be critical
and make you want to visit the medical.
But, then, life's race is purely vertical.
Plans of progree must be made at the initial.
No black dealing because you're not a criminal.
When God decides to put a point in ur life-span's decimal,
dont go bargaining and complaining like a political animal,
because Death in character is very un-social.
Judgement day in Heaven's court is very legal
Hell's registration number isnt serial.

I'm looking back across my life
at what i have lost or made.
I cant recall a single time
when fury paid
so i struggle to be patient
for i have reached a wise age.
Every speech in rage,
accompanied with it some kind of cage.
Every word
hurts in your angry moments.
So now i have learnt
to be calm and to relent
not in my restraining efforts to change,
but to realize
that once anger takes over
my reasoning flees.

This spherical earth,
whose to say we are
not enclosed in the eyeball
of a gaint.
A black gaint
with seven eyes,
twinkling dots on its skin
with two different ears.
One ear in yellow
and the other in white.

This pyramid class,
whose to say we are not layers of brown earth
buried in our sub-conscious.
Layers of dirt
earthing shallow and deep roots.
One root for the poor
and the other for the rich.

This triangular music sect,
whose to say we should
decide what our ears should listen to.
Ears with drums,
beating different tongues and emotions.
Each drum for indigenous and foreign music.