Poly-Tricks

It is called politics, Not statistics. We need no numbers to do the trick. We build false hopes, brick by brick And no bars, no cells, can nip or nick.               *                *               * We all know and understand what it takes to make it in this country. So when Peter Anambra decided to contest...

Convictus – A Poem

We are the convicts of our convictions, The victims of our vice. We preach a law of justice, Yet practice only lies. We ask for better service, We know we'll never find, When the stitches to our itches, Are locked up in the mind. We choose to call it karma, When we do more than...

The Exam – A Poem

There is this feeling you might know, When you don't have a clue. To hell your paltry prayers go, As the paper stares at you. When better off not trying more, When excuses are all a mind can draw. Look up beyond the wretched now, Your answers cannot matter more. You wish you saw that...

The Priest In The Pub – A Poem

I gave all dues, pennies and pounds, To no one but that cleric. But when he learnt I ran a pub, He preached that I should stop it. I called him for a meeting, where I first built him a relic. He took his fill and scoffed until he sounded like a cynic. This man...

The Gamble of Life – A Poem

I tossed a coin to tell me whether marriage or career... It landed on its side and rolled the way of a pariah. It rolled whilst I was soul searching. It rolled where there was strife. It rolled unto a pauper's laps, whose luck had just gone rife. The outré looked up solemnly, And clutched...

Childish Gambino

I tossed a coin to tell me whether marriage or career... It landed on its side and rolled the way of a pariah. It rolled whilst I was soul searching. It rolled where there was strife. It rolled unto a pauper's laps, whose luck had just gone rife. * * * Gambino was broke as...

The Man I Never Was

There is this feeling you might know, When you don't have a clue. To hell your paltry prayers go, As the paper stares at you. You wish you saw that football match. You wish you watched that soap. You wish you slept better last night, Not giving yourself false hope.           *       *   ...

War-Blade

Said the lion, with a 'please', "If I spare you, they will tease. The hunter will lose his glory, And the birds will tell a different story. So give me something, give me flesh, Fall and scream and even retch, When I learn to write someday, I'll tell your tale, oh hairless prey."         ...

Nightingale

I saw him put a ring on it, I felt his loaded cheque. 'Twas after dawn as he shut the door That I figured, "What the heck?!" I felt her peck my pouted lips. I felt her kiss my cheek! I woke up hurt, with blankets wet, Oh my gosh! My dream was curt!     ...

The Messanger

An entire hall, waited long, for me to say, "I do". But all I did was lick my lips and stare at my smiling boo. After all that time, when I couldn't do, my love collapsed in drool. How do I explain, ten days now, that my mind was tied in a knot?                        ...