Friday, April 16, 2021

Covid-19 [...The Uninvited Guest]

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘺

𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥

𝘉𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 


𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯

𝘉𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘸

𝘠𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘶𝘴


𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘶𝘴

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘴

𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱

𝘈𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥


𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘨𝘨𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘶𝘴

𝘈𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦


𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴

𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘴

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 

𝘈𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘥 goes 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥


Dedicated To Everyone

Our journey did not start with covid, nor shall it end with it - we will overcome!!! 

Tuesday, February 23, 2021

Intimacy [...Same Currency, Different Rates]

You know I admire your agility
Just like a thirsty fluffy bunny
In search of a midnight memory
Put together to make you happy

I smile every time you moan
It is hard to leave you alone
Amid the delight in your cute eyes
As I lay calm on your warm thighs

Your nails rouse my entire mind
My body finds it easy to unwind
A rare touch that is one of a kind
I'm privileged to have been affined

Our encounter was not an accident
And our story is an alluring content
Of two lovebirds with a single heart
Destined to be forever and not apart

Should any soul search for our history
In all the countless centuries yet to be
They shall all marvel at our untiring ways
That our love lasted past our dying days

Dedicated To:

Everyone With A Purple Heart 💜

Friday, February 21, 2020

Under The Blanket [...An Aura That Entraps]


I have lost my ability to pretend
In the name of potency to depend
On my invisibility to comprehend
A woman so curvaceous to unbend

Her smile soothes my frayed mind
Her hips are lusciously designed
Her innocence leaves me aligned
And her kiss makes me entwined

Her squeeze restores my trembling
I coo like a baby in her cuddling
Her breath refreshes my thinking
And I always long for her blessing

She's got a view that's irresistible
A shape like hers is irreplaceable
Her bosom warms me like a fireball
And her manner of love is above all

I'm yet to be enthralled by another
Even though I have tried to smother
My attempt and desires to slaughter
A piece of the bounties on my altar

The gods themselves are now jealous
That my romance is too contagious
Which is making everybody nervous
Of what they believe is propitious

Dedicated To:

Every Woman Who Has The Charm To Keep A Man Elated


Sunday, November 10, 2019

Bags Of Hope [...The Carriage Never Ends]


The market looks promising but a vicious terrain
It harbours the most unloving handlers in the game
They move around but lurk in every portal and page
Waiting for those they see as down-and-outs to use

The employment ladder is such an avalanche of crap
Designed to give false hopes and promote rivalries
A glitch that has made everyone a subset of a system
That keeps workers busy and desperate for survival

They belittle job seekers in service of their own greed
Like cheap little puppets before they even get hired
They bad-mouth new intakes as if they have no worth
And then flutter their egos like a drenched rooster

Most wounds are left in the ashes of constant confusion
Hoping for a timely collision to make peace with the pains
Of a pursuit to tell a better story of misery and triumph
So much so they endure to enjoy the fragments of hope

There is more to illumination than humans can fathom
Many are comfortable in the dark than to be rejected
By the hands that throw a switch and darkness looms
Wondering when their nightmares would come to an end

The shackles are finally off the untamed beasts
The most feared predators are now on the loose
The toothless preys are searching for safe havens
And the hungry hunters are praying for a lucky day


Dedicated To Everyone

The Situations Are Different But The Reason Is The Same.





Thursday, May 16, 2019

Distance Beauty (...The Inverse Of Reality)

He laughs and whimpers every time he sees them
Spreads his hands in the open with his eyes closed
Glides and then wobbles like a three-legged animal
A caricature he describes as a gesture of attention

She on the other hand researches all her targets
She hates to sleep with one side of her bed empty
She picks and strikes where her trade is unknown
A feat she describes as a mirror of self-persuasion

Although the desperation in his eyes is barely fragile
His fruitless mission is to own and build them a home
An offer that has been denied a thousand times over
By the same hoochies he meets every now and then

She gives solace to quench the thirst of hungry loins
The very thing she sacredly vowed to keep from lions
Has created an identity conundrum that is acceptable
In her eyes but uncanny to her cronies and outsiders

He's still at large with his eyes on the empty trophies
Begging his incompatible angels for an ocean of time
To reshuffle the same cards that are currently in use
As his days of hunt-and-devour are over and done with

Now that she's taken her battle where she can see it
She gossips those who once sought refuge in her nest
A premeditated tirade to discredit everyone of them
When the secret of her conquests finally comes out


Dedicated To Everyone
We All Have A Beauty That Is Still Blurry To Many 




Monday, June 11, 2018

Our Last Breath (...The Only Debt We Owe Time)


Most of the people still call this planet their home
Some murder innocent souls just to own a piece
Others believe theirs is somewhere in the skies
Alas a handful of people hope of life hereafter
But nobody knows what lies beyond this realm

Our expectation of an eternal journey is no ruse
As many would argue in order to dent the truth
Of what had been and continues to use everyone
In a world where many of us are still deliberating
If there's someplace somewhere only death gives

A new home after earth will always be a hotshot
About the soul's endurance beyond the end of life
And this has become a tasteless thought for many
Who strongly believe that our presence on earth
Was as a result of a time-worn blast presumption

No human can stop or slow the passage of time
Since our existence is remotely measured by it
After all it started the day we were duly conceived
Time had been and still remains the marker of life
That ensures our exits when we run out of breath

The thought of your last breath could be frightening
A moment of a fleeting transition into the unknown
Where many believe reincarnation is their best shot
To a place where they hope to relive their lives again
But who wants to return or knows where we're headed?


In Loving Memory of 
Emuesiri, Eunice, Rosemary, Tunde, Wale and others who PAID their DEBTS too SOON -- and to everyone still breathing: "conserve your breath until the timekeeper beckons"


Sunday, February 18, 2018

HATERS (...Your Success Is Their Nightmare)


The haters are always wallowing in their bitterness
As they still run about with your league of enemies
Who in times past wrote you off with their tongues
At the time your clock was way behind schedules

They confuse their self-created fame with relevance
Telling everyone how better they are than you are
Even though their privilege is no match for your wits
But wonder why you keep flourishing in their faces

They besmirch and shrug off your name in the open
Then run to you in secret when they have problems
A ploy to crawl their way back into your blissful life
Just to have a new story to tell when they convene

These human-vultures call you "brothers or sisters"
Titles they're willing to disparage with their words
Whenever your name overshadows theirs in public
As they wrestle and envy your endless successes

They will not give up on your stories anytime soon
That's the only oxygen they need to remain useful
Because they are always searching for new shoes
And they cannot go on barefoot without your name


To The HATERS: Get A Cure Now And Live Free!

mi reina [...a paragon of beauty]

You are a beam of hope and light in a heart mired in sorrow  A day without a thought of you is an echo in the dimmest shadow You have proven...