Monday, October 26, 2015

JOURNEY MERCIES



The road smoked a mirage;
The tires screeched a skid.
The bus made a superb ballet twirl
And landed with a big splatter.

Thursday, October 15, 2015

Politician


Nigerian Politician

Herald of a beginning!
Insane musings of the irate mob,
Nerve numbing screams of the few.
Set us free!! These chains squeeze!!
Tongue lashings; Saliva splatter...
Deadly venom on pink tongue;
Killing the makeup of ministers,
TV personalities, hungry aides
And jaded journalists.
We want change!!

Monday, October 05, 2015

WHAT DO YOU SEE

 Although the technological advances spearheaded by the western cultures have greatly improved the lot of Africans over time, it is sad to see us forget our own unique identity that made us the people we are. The present generation of children will never know moonlight tales or games; they will never understand the proverbs and nuances of their mother tongue; they will not find fun in the festivals and spectacles of their culture. This is sad. Is there no merging of the western culture with African identity? Are we to, therefore, leave the palm wine for the Chardonnays? *just thinking out loud*

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

POETRY ON THE HIGHWAY


The drab sameness;
The cold grey and wet screen
Of pouring dew blanketing the view
Of nature’s mysteries,
As this bus sways along
The treacherous road to Benin
Is all I see.

ON MY WAY TO AUCHI

 
On my way to Auchi
Ha! I perceive Atlas
In the frowning sky,
His back bent with weight.
Yes I did perceive the goat-faced charlatan
And I laughed.
I perceive the smoke from the burnt length
On my way to Auchi.