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Dogwoods bloom white along the side of the street signaling early scenes of spring to come Sun shines clear on a bright blue day No glasses to shield the light Penetrate my open eyes Grant me a vision of purpose A beat-up Ford station... Read More
Whenever I think about this race, It just must land me in a maze, For we dwell in hope and sorrow; We wail to bud and mourn to grow Fortune once picked on the fields, And, wealth profits our noble deeds, Now, in the pool of Black gold: We are... Read More
The patient dog sickens by all sides Contouring pains in patience anticipating the Fattest bones. The circle is made of wind, invincible – By the way, time is framed between day and night The seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months,... Read More
do mi do mi do la la re fa re fa re so so of the broken heart unlike the broken limbs demands for casts and crutches the healing rhythm requests channels flute and clarinet accompanied by the piano strings of the guitar into ears... Read More
It’s not so easy to pull through Maybe another day for the truth Probably till maybe noon When my body is feeling good Oh! Why come this day? Definitely not today What’s the need for pain When I see no gain? It’s such a life of... Read More
What is the forgiveness which we proclaim? What hidden knowledge is still yet profane? What is it essence? Lingering questions drift from thoughts to thoughts Like a river stream drifting of course But ignorance holds us still Making us impious to the... Read More
In the beginning God created heaven and earth And Abasi Ibom said, let there be land Behold a place came forth in the mist of plenty And was bounded in the West by the peoples Paradise And bounded in the East by a treasure base and God’s own... Read More
I didn’t mention to you How so nostalgic I am About the cobblestone streets The smell of new clothes And hot crossed buns The familiar shops, many of which Have been there since I was a child The red Buses are still there The black cabs are still... Read More
by Ebuka Makinde I knew an old man once, by the river bank he sat Behind him stood his hut, and old man smiley he was called For he was always with a happy smile Weaving and mending nets in exchange for fishes from the fishermen that pulled the sea Old... Read More