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and here I stand
a stone
beside an unshaded lamp

4 walls and a door

I've tried to chase
your ghost
out that door
many times

and the unfathomable echo
of your footsteps lingers
forever fading down the hallway

the unshaded lamp
the mirror above the sink

a dangerous animal
a broken heart is
in the unforgiving light
of a windowless room
Sitting on a swing
was the nearest way to fly.
Higher and higher you would go
Eyes closed while  hands holding the ropes tight
Almost touching the sky
Sitting in the car
Counting houses as you pass
Fantasizing what’s going on inside.
Lying on the grass watching
clouds from afar
Seeing all your heroes
come to life right there in the sky
Although you look at life quite different now
this inner child will never die.
Still looking at clouds in the sky!!



Shell ✨🐚
Your inner child is always there.
Some say we don't sleep others frawn
Many claim it is short my bottle rebufe
I can't count life days are not figured
I can't stretch blessing pleasure resists.

Poverty is a sin Covid 19 is a crime
No coughing no sneezing all at war
The world is faceless
The white gaurds at the frontiers

How many of your neighbors ache?
Were your grave enough for the pain?
Were your tears able to stream the agony?
The world is faceless.

Some became tycoons others cry
The Giants are standing to fall
There was no world no power
WHO sneeze America shiver
The world is faceless.
You are the Mecca that honey the bear
The tan that slumber the night
You make the day just a light of thunder
What is your name?

Yank your smile when my bridge comes
You make the heavens weep in glory
Don’t reorient your temerity after all
What is your real name?

I won’t tell them is Ayola
I won’t confide your real love
Not even the night would hear this
What is your name?
Let me invite your soul to dine

Ayola am sorry I never called you back.
True love
Today it won’t rain it won’t bathe the soil
Our grasses won’t merry corn shall fall
Papa soon thank is guest on constraint eve
Over bloating his ego like Jaja not Opobo
Father wants to marry his 20th wife.

Well wishers, who will come? Our pastor
Soon sermon those one wife stories
My father hisses with gallon of palm wine
Pastor preaches thou shall not drink.
Fermented liquid that’s alcohol not him.

Two commandments my father said three
“Thou shall do as he wishes” father said
I will couple more matrimonies on earth
Then thunder struck the rain fell.

A woman, she is
Runs her own boutique
Arts and artefacts
She sources from the farthest and deepest parts of the country
Lost in the urban lands
Antique
Precious eyes
She has a penchant for the lost treasures
Restores and redecorates
In her boutique
A life
Dedicated to her only son
Young, at nine
Detected with the dreaded ‘C’
He lived his life
With all the love
Showered by his doting parents
A young boy, with a talent for paper craft
Made unusually beautiful flowers and quilled earrings
Never ever did the pain
Show on his face
Gifted child, knew his time here
Was short
Taken away at sixteen
Made most of it
A happy child
Early, one morning
He left this world
At peace, in his sleep
She lives on
The mother of the child
Finding lost treasures
From the deepest parts


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