Saturday, October 19, 2019

Prose

This category is a playground for those who love words as children love toys. The is where Images are clothed in words and made to sing and dance.

If you think you belong here, be here. Put aside your worries and play as much as you wish. There are no bed times. Whenever you are overcome by the “spirit of creativity” come here to converse with the universe of the human mind.

Onoriode ( Who knows tomorrow): A father’s undated note to his...

Of dreams that sleep into the night sky like a dry leaf...

Homeland

They say I talk too muchBecause I rally aroundFor global peaceThey threaten me with jail time and death....

Songs of a migrant

I am set to take my chances. It is only the ears of a child that hear the...

Matchbox

I approve you For making me dim, Landfill of agony, Sorrow too. I applaud you Because am...

Labyrinth

Where is the oomph put in the campaigns?Where are the pledges in our china plates?Where is the link between us and them?Where...

Dry, Hot and Hurting.

Sleep had only just arisen from bed, but the sun had already pierced the gray eastern skywith a blow touch.

The Iron Hearts

Turbans and agbadasHave rationed the Cola-nuts to themselves,Dishing out lies in an occultist circle songs to us. Defying...

Realm

The nation’s rips Deluge at dawn Crops shrink Children torrent to unknown places And everyone sobs on a blank stomach

Heaven’s Gate

I’m but a penniless orphan: Living for what? Not even madidi to live on: Cobweb laughs....