In the Wrong Arms

*In the wrong Arms* I'm in another man's arms, Stung by bees, a swarm Not that he meant me any harm As my husband, he shields and I'm warm Resting in this strong arms Lies this weakling at heart Hunted by the reality of truth Possessed by the shadow of the past How could I have been blinded by the present? And traded my future on a transient gold Disregarding the palpitations of my heart I went on an adventure of a lifetime Not that he is now wealthy His calm, cheerful mind is he...

He Answers

He Answers He smiles When He notices your heart desire The demands of the righteous seeking an attire A plan He started and it has not expired Because it's His plan for you to aspire He warns When His will your taste detests And His plan your mind deliberately rejects For myopic is man in this game of choice Only the sheep that obey eventually rejoice He answers When your desire turns into a demand When you approach Him waiting for His command When you refuse to be drawn by sight ...

He Answers

He Answers He smiles When He notices your heart desire The demands of the righteous seeking an attire A plan He started and it has not expired Because it's His plan for you to aspire He warns When His will your taste detests And His plan your mind deliberately rejects For myopic is man in this game of choice Only the sheep that obey eventually rejoice He answers When your desire turns into a demand When you approach Him waiting for His command When you refuse to be drawn by sight ...

MOTHER

Mother, what does it mean to be carried in your womb for several months? What pain did your body endure? What distress overcame your pleasure? What challenges trailed your paths? Is any food so sweet, now puking yet inviting? Any position of rest so desirous yet distressing? Is any ideal attire, customary, now unfitting? Are there places of interest, habitual, now forbidden? For the period of pregnancy is a period of pain and pressure A time to prepare for the arrival of a new creat...

Karma is a Witch

*Karma is a Witch* He woke up with a start, sweating. His heart was beating like the noise of a malfunctioning engine. A dream or a hypnosis, could it have been his ghost? Could it have been his imagination, the sound, or is it his host? He sprang up from the bed. Again, the sound was familiar, disturbing. Sure, it's the strange being again, this time troubling. Something glided past the window; it looked real. Could it be him, or were they up to a dozen? A cold sweat ran down his spine, as...

Mother Why?

*Mother, Why?* Sitting on the bare floor ruminating Sister held our only brother commiserating An eerie silence consumed the room We mourned like children whose lives are doomed Our world seems dark in the morning light Our hope, forlorn in the preceding night We grope in the light as in darkness Because Mother played the lizard and put in us sadness It's a small room, harboring four souls, unclean Pieces of old clothes, rags, littered the floor, unwashed An old dirty mattress co...

*If I have a Superpower* Wow, can't believe my new acquisition! Hope it stays with me till my transition Bet, I'd go into a justified act of gratification Hope my adversaries enjoy this unusual promotion On my list is the cop who arrested my brother for drunk driving I shall make him drink vodka while driving Woe unto the tailor for treating me like a goat Shall make him bleat, smell, whimper while I gloat Damn you master of the books! Whose cane made me look like a crook Will subje...

Remember

*Remember* Son, Remember where it all started In the hut of a strong familial bond With the wisdom of a respected father And the care and tenderness of a loving mother Remember the joy of a domestic relationship The company of siblings with laughter beyond friendship The communion of tasteless meals with relish without a frown The bond of bearing one another's pains without a groan. Remember the endurance exhibited in times of need The dignity of satisfaction with little without gre...

Wisdom from the words of our Elders

*Wisdom from the words of our Elders* *'Ìwà rere l'èsó Ènìyàn'* . Literally translated ' Good character is the adornment of man'. The Yorubas, of Western Nigeria, use character to define a person, whatever his standing. A man of good character is held in high esteem. And to them, whatever a person claims to be, however skilful at work he is, if he lacks character, his profession or skill is vain. 'Iwa l'ewa'. 'Character determines beauty'. It is as much as to say one's beaut...