My Poetry Diary

To our Girls at the virile north, Taken by the shadow of the grisly hood, Rise up now, from the slavery lot, Break thy shackles made of rope and bamboo wood; Thy flesh has burnt enough for their incense pot, Thy body was violently marked for clansmen food, Make haste and heed, before thou become old and rot; Thy pride has shattered mindlessly and its rude; I call upon the angels of the North, And to the mothers that had suffered and gone, Come now to end the battle you had fought, When at thy infant age you became used as porn, The scavengers are still on rampage like they sought, Coming after our girls to melt their sun, Our Girls are crying and they are the only ones we got, They are marred our Girls for the sake of fun, Are thou not the sunshine of savanna? Now darkened by the tints of blood and bile, Thy vocal dare not call the sound of hosanna, When thy throat aches to be quenched from a nearby Nile, I raise my horn to the daughters...

BVA : I could feel his hands caress my skin softly while I reminisced in the days leading up to this. OGO : Those were like the days when the sunshine sparkles stardust to our eyes and we teased. BVA : He whispered that Lights would guide you home and ignite your bones. And i will try to fix you. OGO : She took my breath away with her stance that shook my sanity, till I had no clue. BVA : I know it’s really clichéd but he’s got a smile that can light up a room and fill your heart with warmth. OGO : From afar I know she is hot. Like a fire am burning with her amber eyes till I became ashes and burnt. BVA : My lips curled as he whispered those words into my ears as we laid there tangled in each other. OGO : With my dying breath I wrapped my arms round her tiny waist; and she whispered to me that am her soldier. BVA : Right now all I wanted was to look into the eyes of the one person that i cared about, not a skype video, to tell him he was my world...

Darkness beckons, rustling with the night, Soothingly it soothes, like a symphony; Dusts we are, moulded in the light; Immortality is far, yet it comes like an harmony.. When the music of nature resonates at its youth; The inevitable clicks  with every full moon, Forgetfulness knocks heavily till the time cease and mute, Dust as we are, the end may come soon; The squares are full of spirits that are lost; The gravity clings them to the ground for their deeds, Darkness played an harmony that made them to dust, Separated they are, within the dark they feed; Feeding on the discordant of our society as it grows like blight, Those on the rock hid away the wind and rain;- Those two vitalities that brings to town every tiny rays of light, The inevitable further clicks and all is vanity and vain, Darkness hovers and gathers to choke the land of its essence, Decaying and gray, the ground calls harder with its thrust; The law of cause and effec...

A beauty I beheld on a secluded street, Where the foundation of the first church was laid, The sepulchre of kingship stood in its midst, The fairies at night hovers at its lake, Within its core stood the throne of the first, Where the queen of the stars found its rest, The key to her abode was in the oblivion of the tide, Only the spirit that follows the season can be a guide, Aderonke the heir of the southern god, A seraph that dwells before the Elysian Lord, Thy crown was forged with jasper and dragon breath, Thou the embodiment of beauty and unfettered strength, The quest was like the stars those three wise men seek, The path to thy footstool only reveals to the strong but meek, There are fallen angels like Herod on this pathway to truth, Conquer the principalities with the sonority from thy flute, Let the stars guide thee to the cave of keys, At its epicentre thou will see the traces of its  glimpse, Be weary of its keeper they st...

The memoir of twenty sixteen, Plenty pages, but empty in-between, The sky was crimson red in summer Naira to Dollar came like a stunner, The menace of power came like the desert sun, Even the extremists came with their purging  guns, They scorched my kinsmen to an ovum beat, We lost some good people to their flaming pit, The Cemetery was heavier in autumn; Its wind took my town-ship to the bottom, I heard their wailings even at the dusk, They lie on the street and smell like musk, Our solace came from the freed Chibok girls, After nearly 3 years in the devil snares, Those with the Sceptre took covenant with the devil, They used our girls and resources to settle… The Falcons soared through the hideous clouds, Amidst the lightening shredding their shrouds, Back at their nests, those golden eggs were gone; They were taken and re-laid as spawns, The roads has swallowed more on its lanes, It spilled countless bloods from our tinny veins, Plenty pot-holes t...

Let the peace from above descend now, Come to us like the freshness of an ocean breeze, The crisis though is strong, so I don’t know how.. Still we pray for all inner turbulence to cease; O’ peace, we have been waiting for long; Set yourself free from the shackles of men, Come speedily now to correct all wrongs, I heard the whirl sound; From a tiny voice afar; Little ones on a Zion bound; Trembling till their mind torn apart. We all agreed that peace is possible; Why the sudden massacre? My clansmen this is horrible; Another battle is brewing; Like a decade palm wine ferment; This crisis is all our doing; Aren't you tired as the children lament? Each time I hear the infants cry, Or the weeping from the mothers, Those thoughts make one dry, Let the peace from above descend now, And fill our mind like the holy Ghost, We will open our heart to you; I vow.. Peace come to us like an heavenly host, All the good people of my cla...

Did you get my Letter?, A parchment of three scrolls, Wrapped with the stalk of rose petals, Which I wrote on the wake of every crow, Did you get my letter? I sent it through a trusted friend, An ally that’s the better, Better than the unseen faces to send, Did you get my letter? Through the wind from my imaginary windowsill, Even though I may be fetter’d, Am just wondering if you still remember me still, Did you get me letter? Within its line I poured out my consciousness, So choked to the throat of this weather, Still I remain one with my righteousness, Only few years away in this hole, My clansmen bundled me away with strangers, I blindly warm up to the shackles of my foes, I saw the blue sky but not the dangers, It caught me ghastly behind its trapdoor, A quicksand to my humble leg to fight, I saw them, My clansmen – my captor, They sent me here for an eternity night, So they can unguardedly mutilate our salt, The precious sa...