A rush Melancholic something called for
That tiny box for a house
Not suitable
Meant for understanding
Simply misunderstood




Taken by it may be got together
Too much to do on holiday
For me yet to write someone
Publish it
I would have dared as a human





An imagined mocking smile
Pulling from the left from the
Left side of the mouth
Want to know why we
Do not speak anymore?




A static whining over the telephone
Silent for so long and apology being felt
Take it up with you
Put the phone down take
It up again




Head against  a person
Who  did not  need
To lean against
Someone else

A  step away  where one ought to have been
The vulnerability hid itself so well
Underneath a voluble  confidence
A black cat spells evil
Nothing can separate us




All supernatural fetishes meant nothing
For a sign , the rainbow represents security
One afternoon’s doorbell ring
The redness cropped up
A bird with a blood - red breast



Perched on the lawn
The smoky light of dawn through the curtains
Coincidences  significant in miracles
The  sweet swollen eyes up with stares
In the end laid side by side
Breakfast in bed one of your fourth  Sundays



Dirt paths  in nearby villages gone
Gave away yams , rice and old clothes
Closed eyes  straddling languorously
At first then , forcefully
The sudden thought something must be wrong.

Turning taciturn  the gassy churning of a stomach
From eating nuts , and only vegetables
The cornmeal too lumpy
For the new suspicious roundness of the body
That buttock that rolls with each step.




Who is greater , touched , sensed , reasoned?
Getting going before it gets too late
The scrap of metal against stone
That set off tiny sparks flickering briefly
Before a disappearance




In the past so warmly
A feeling of a rush of weakness to the leg
That look up and down , one had forgotten where they came from
So foolish , think you are a big man




Master in the room , mountain greeted
How are you people?
Turning the radio on I see
Focused!
Humans as Angels , sometimes devil or Satanic





Hungry, finally ate yam , mama boiled
Men in high , swindlers in low
Those that seek to keep the country
Permanently divided remain in office.
Tribalist’s  , the nepotistic .
Make the country look big for nothing .
M

In a good mood tear gas suspended for a while vultures hovered overhead
Rumpled shifted shredded orange peels into a *** of sauce
The hairy skin of a goat , rather than the meat
The patter on the zinc roof
The rain cooled air
The mosquitoes flying around



Of tear gas talked about whoever kicked one another
The grove by the stream too young to understand

I carry them everywhere I go
Away to England
How can I leave my children
And run to  safety?
Men, women gathered surprised
Under an ancient Udala tree ( Star Fruit )
Of their battles over the fallen tree its fruit a taboo.
A fruit to the spirits the shadowy outline of a spirit
The senseless war , hoped it would end soon
For quarrels we do not look for
But when your quarrels finds us
We would crush you
We never run from our homeland
Bumpy dirt roads lined by tall grasses
The marshy roads
The looming three  story a country home
Near the thatched fence
At the white and dark lines  elaborate curves
A piece of ( Nzu ) cleanser to the guests.

A thousand lost words slender arms
Take your choice  from a glass change first
Of water the drowned inside
Over the kitchen a starry sky
What is wanted is sensed first
Where has that woman gone
Singing with a cleared throat
A wrapper to wipe the sweat
From the brow puzzled in the armchair
For the first time how unloved things were
In the house a frightened little boy  hiding from his mother
A choice to brush the humiliation aside
In the name of over exalted intellectualism