I am Convinced you Have Heard About COVID.

I am actually convinced that the whole world is aware of the current Corona virus pandemic. As much as it seems like a valid reason to panic, in the end we know that ‘panic’ is not going to get us out of this season. I am a Nigerian and I currently live in Lagos. Where the number of confirmed cases are currently rising, as well as awareness about the virus. My emphasis is on the awareness though, because a lot of people from their actions are acting like this Corona thing is…

Follow Your Heart Not Your Cravings — Lessons from Gluttony

The Reckless Twins

The reckless Twins

Moving in Sync

Both one eyed

Each complementing the other

Very appealing to the eyes

But like bare onions

They are sweeter in your hands and mouth,

Than in your eyes and thoughts

They have brought the wittiest,

and strongest of men to their knees

Leaving wit and strength behind

Just for a moment,

with The Reckless Twins

It is the best kept secret

They are better when they are hidden

They were not designed for public glare

But to be admired and ravished,by he who has paid the price

He and only he deserves satisfaction from them.

Till when they get old and begin to bend.

Till when they can’t be upright and firm anymore.

Still the deserving will love them,

because they were kept hidden.

He earned the rights to look and touch.

The Reckless Twins

Stained

I sat in the last row of the church, with dark shades on and a head tie that concealed her whole hair. This was supposed to be a form of disguise for what I was about to do. I had not been in a church building in more than a decade, but my trail had led me to this church on this fateful Sunday. I had a gun concealed in my purse and it seemed apparent that I no longer belonged among the Saints. I was not here for worship, I was here on another mission.

Ten years ago…

The Ones that Betrayed Our Clan

You are a Thief!!
No I am not!!!
But that was you
No it wasn’t
But you look like him,
So you must be him

Who are you to judge?
You brutal, chauvinistic, slave master
That wasn’t me
But he looks like you
So he must be you
But if we give an eye for an eye
Both of us will bleed red
Does that make us the same?

What is it About becoming 25, that makes you want to kill Yourself.

I most times love to write about my personal experiences. But most times I typically would like to be the legend and the hero in my stories. It takes a lot of chutzpah to write about your vulnerability. But I have learnt that, if it inspires good in others, then I won’t bother coming off as weak. So last year I turned twenty five and that is supposed to be a big thing, at least by societal standards. …

Igbo

There is nothing I can’t do
I feel confident
I can take territories
I am high on potential
Got a dose of inspy-ration
Hate me all you want
I am still going to grow
I can get you your supplies
But you better have my money
I am beautiful
I am proud
It speaks to me
I can feel it
The blood from my mother’s tribe
Flowing through my veins
Igbo

Conversations with Mr Mirror Man

You look like me
But you are not me
You violent bagger
You sponsor mass murders
Just for your selfish interests
But you swore before God
To protect and defend them
You randy bastard
You swore to empower them
Not turn them to objects
Objects of your sexual gratification
You take what is not yours
And employ it for your perverted trysts
You greedy animal
You pillage the national wealth
And show off your excesses
You rub it in their faces
Your extravagance, at their expense
But they chose you
What do you have to say
Speak up Goddammit!!!
Are you just a dumb reflection of me