Time has unearthed numerous irreplaceable pens
The beauty of the vast array of hearts Pouring out exquisitely woven letters
To bring out what uniquely represents their thoughts
Overrides any attempt to put literary works on a competitive  plane
Hello poet
You are the best
You are non-fungible

Today marks my 100th writing
I am grateful
For the hard times that inspired me to write  
And the happy times that drove my passion
And all the eyes that my words caught
And to all who passed by to like
And those who went further to comment
And to my future fans
Cheers to us all

Sapiens hiding under the popular phrase to condemn fellow sapiens
There is nothing like Ghana or Nigeria Jollof
Jollof is how you make it
And no single person's jollof taste like the other
In either jurisdictions

court rise!

Books have been there
Books are still there
Technology has been there
And it only gets better
But why
People speak more highly of books  
Why the hate for Tech
What if Tech came before books
Would the narrative change?
Is it the fact that book is paper?
If it is the knowledge
If it is the wisdom it exudes
Then technology is a smarter book
Flipping through pages
Checking index and markups
I do these in a click
And my palm is my shelve
Don't get it twisted
Books are still great

And when you have squeezed their breath
And emptied their land
When blood becomes a voice
And sculls a shaky falsetto
What remains
Rubbles
That speak to say
Where art thy subject

When the delay widens the pit
And more souls disperse
A clear heart
Is the final victor
Yet
Lost souls
Lost empire