Remember? How my eyes could caress your soul How our minds became one being How we did not need to guess Remember? How I would touch you there How I would set you on fire How I was all you needed ad infinitum Remember? How your zeniths were like life! How your body craved mine … Continue reading Remember?
What happened to us?!Why do we still bother?Nothing is as it was..........Now we have nothing to talk aboutWe used to jabber and babbleThese days it's like we hurt our mouthTiny issues typically erupt in trouble...........Lo hearts; now calcified into stoneAre we trapped, or fighting for 'us'?Sex and passion... Long gonePoliteness used to conceal animusUnfaithfulness is … Continue reading Missing Us
The story I am about to tell you is a true story. Well to some extent. If you are from the enchanting land of Agbokim, or have heard tales from that land you have an unfair advantage. Agbokim is the home of seven waterfalls. Very close to the border of Cameroon. It is a beautiful … Continue reading Agbokim and Her Fairy
Family ties... Have you ever been in love? Fallen so hard that you are high? When your hearts beat as one? Your minds in perfect harmony? This is a love story. About twenty years ago, a rich and powerful man brought me into Abuja as a consultant. I was fresh. Unsullied. Sharp as a whip. … Continue reading
When was the last time you seduced him? What you sow, you will reap. When was the last time you bought him a gift? Your heart is where your money goes. When was the last time you said a prayer for him? Spiritual births the physical. When was the last time you were 'his helper'? … Continue reading
Your words were lies Consequently mine be silent hereafter As I wade the streams of your untruth I drown, bogged down by silence. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Now shall I begin to lie to you In words, deeds and intent Your stream doth birth a deluge You will drown, deep into my abyss. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their bodies were recovered … Continue reading Status Quo
Every time I see him, I 'die' inside. On the night we met, everything was perfect. My cousin had invited me to come hang out with her boyfriend and 'his friend'. I know her boyfriend, but I did not like him much. Since birds of a feather flock together, I was certain that I would … Continue reading ‘Yo Mamma’