The Stroke

He comes with a silver spoon
To scoop de seed of dignity
Wish I could say he is the devil in a white gown but he is actually an angel in his perfect outfit

I saw him walk towards ma bed
I wanted it but for the pain
He rubbed my back gently and said ' don't worry you'll be fine.

The first stroke into me and I let out a loud cry
He said, 'sorry' I will be gentle

And then another stroke then
He pulled out gently
I could feel the pain but didnt resist

Spitting juices into me
I moaned, and groaned
After several strokes in and out of me
He rubbed my back gently till I fell asleep

How I hate falling sick cuz Dr Ben won't spare me de syringe

The Stroke

He comes with a silver spoon
To scoop de seed of dignity
Wish I could say he is the devil in a white gown but he is actually an angel in his perfect outfit

I saw him walk towards ma bed
I wanted it but for the pain
He rubbed my back gently and said ' don't worry you'll be fine.

The first stroke into me and I let out a loud cry
He said, 'sorry' I will be gentle

And then another stroke then
He pulled out gently
I could feel the pain but didnt resist

Spitting juices into me
I moaned, and groaned
After several strokes in and out of me
He rubbed my back gently till I fell asleep

How I hate falling sick cuz Dr Ben won't spare me de syringe

TAKE THE STEP OUT

Even when you want to

Your fingers won’t let you

Take a look

Another look, and then a stare

 

Put it down

Better yet shut it down

Smile and tear got into an accident

Emptiness and fulfillment knock hard on each other

Waiting….

Seconds tick away like century

Drop your ego man,

While you put it on, she drifts away slowly

 

Hang out, get busy

Be happy, feel easy

Act like you don’t know

But your head is stuffed with burning coals.

No one’s fault

We jumped into the skipping rope

Not caring about the rules

Now the ropes lashing on our feet

The door is opened for you

To move out? Feel free

Won’t hold you back, won’t stop you.

The truth is you’re not worth it.

Ok, I got it

You want me to help you out

Readily done.

HAPPY MURDER

Its the bomb
tick tock tick tock
Seconds, minutes and hours are irrelevant

He is here with a silver spoon.
Scoop the seed of progress out of me
Reveal yourself a disguised messenger of the devil
Sweet tongue your way through tickling juice beneath

That touch of purity drain
Ooooooh!!! I knew it!
The mind played around it
Heart caressed and physique adorned it

Too late, we are almost there
Did he? NO, he didn't murder
He only chopped off one arm
Then forced burning coal down the throat

He also pulled of all the finger nails
Slicing ears and shaving hair with hot blazing knife
Both legs are two good to be there
So he cut them off as well.

All this while I watched him with a smile
Actually glad he did
Smiling while he deformed the very essence of me
Ripping off dignity

Out of the shower
Rub the sweet scented ball
In the depth beneath your arm
Flee!! oh sweet songs from thy mouth

Stir into my eyes
As silently I scream, 'you murderer'.
Yearning and waiting.
Itchy eyes and glaring eyes

Comb out the filthiness in your mind
Iron the crumpled desire
Mop the wet eyes
And sweep the jokes from your lip

At that point he turned the maidservant
Set to seal the grave
Set to drag down

Now he is about to go
Looking devilishly enticing
Wish you could go and never return
But the numbness of my desire

The piercing arrows and ghost memories
That will torment only for a short while
After this rite of passage
The era of torment

Comes the mighty revolution
Beckons the great change
Adorns the new worthy me.

HEY!!!, LETS CHAT

Heart: Please don't sink deep. I just want you to stay shallow
Love: oh why? I want to stay in your bosom.
Heart: No pls, you cant stay
Love: But why?
Heart: I fear, I fear you would grow. Grow and be disobedient. You will cause me to lace my shirt and button my shoe.
walk my car and drive my foot.
Love: I will do no such thing. I only do what you ask me to.
Heart: NO. I have heard of you.Like a wood pecker you plunge holes till one is too weak to survive. What if I am unfortunate, you come and stay and I become mad.
Love: yeah, people say I am mad or blind. Ignore them all. Even God says I am the greatest gift of all. Let me in. I know there is vacancy.
Heart: Hmmmmm.... Me again?

RED WINE

A drop
Just a drop drained all of me
That painful drop toward the future
Since I was 12 began to bear the pain Toward your existence.

Lyk de count of toes on each feet of days in every month
I endured it in preparation towards your coming.
I moaned, I wept, I turned and turned in bed
No position could calm the storm at rage .

Stop knocking on my womb.
Please..... Hold it!
Come but please when coming come peacefully.
Drop but please when dropping lay down your weapons.

It stretched itself into pains in my leg
I felt dizzy, my tongue became dead to food.
It hated to see me enjoy
So few days before it arrives from its journey.

I have to cease my tongue
From tasting the swt juices
And the enriching tasty meals
Or suffer its punishment
Of pain, running tummy
Hurting legs and great discomfort.

It turned me into a thief.
Looking at my back with each step
Please don't draw a pattern behind me.
I pleaded with it in my heart.

A drop
I feel it drop again.
Ouch!!!!! It hurts!
Ouch! It holds below my tummy
In anger it wants to tear it apart.

It asked to be sheltered
Clothing it required layers of tissue beneath me
Though uncomfortable, I pleased it all the same.
But why mess up your cloth in public.

It betrayed me even after I gave it shelter.
So I had to take extra clothes anywhere I go.
Just in case, it played around too much and messes up again
I do all these till it finally travels again.

So while you celebrate me in. Future
Don't remember only the climax of your coming in 9 months.
But also the several years of enduring pain ready to welcome you.

The Heart Fought And Won

The fingers rejected it,
The sensation of the fine linen
Roar at the desire of the fingers.
Coded to be decoded but ended up encoded

Wishy washy,
Dipped in the cleaner but out unclean.
So how on earth is it going to look like
Dirty,  slummock?

Love encopresis
Or better yet pig reincarnated human
Maybe not pig, it's just the love
The love without the question mark

Yeah, that's it
Take out the heart and slap it
The rod drives away foolishness.
So maybe the lash would work better.

Nevermind, all the above is sheer madness.
Madness of the heart
It's inability to decipher between what it deserves and what it accepts.

You know, what you get is not always what you deserve.
So fix gloves and helmet.
Get your shield and your armour

Firm for battle, pigstyle and love encopresis flee.
Firm for battle, if you can't fight the battle along with me.
Then you're my enemy.
Firm for battle, it's gonna be clean whiter than snow.

PEGGY HANGS DEATH AND PEGS IT

Stirring snowfall with harmattan She sends quivers through our spines The 5D view of our experiences in her ink We trembled, we weeped. We smiled, we chuckled and mourned.

IN THE TUNNEL, we saw a masquerade of ourselves. THE LAST WISH we whispered before THE GREEN SUNSET, was to witness JULIA's DANCE in THE RED SHOES. While BENEATH THE COVER, we prayed LAALI SAVES THE KING with THE LITTLE BLUE BELL and THE LEMON SUITCASE. But sadly, THE RED HEIFER declared NO ROSES FOR SHARON.

She detected the anguish in our smile Projected the quizzes of life. And reflected the very earth that sustains us.

Peggy pecks the peignoir she pegged in our minds Oppong exhales the pong of porn and the pond of wickedness.

The art goddess unveiled Margaret to reveal Peggy. She kisses her lips with creativity and her finger ringed with life's mirror. She dreaded horror Tied the knot between spirituality and physics.

So as we read, we felt the coldness of the rain. The heat of the sun. We run along, we screamed out of fear We laughed and cheered the heroes.

Deep deep breath A little more slowly A little more unfelt A little more unseen

Deep Deep Breath Travelled a while ago Travelled to the other side of the river Travelled to visit them

Deep Deep Breath She never breaths her last breath. She never saw her last sight In the white pages, she still lives. Because she once breathed into these pages.

THE LAST SPADE OF SAND

Death is far, dirges are numb

The writer never dies

A picturesque wording of imaginations

The embodiment of imagery and hope

Death is far, dirges are numb

The writer never dies

Her artistic fingers massage your soul

She toys with the words till you feel her joy

 

Death is far, dirges are numb

The writer never dies

The last spade of sand, a padlock to her memories

She lay in the arms of peace, enjoying it cuddles and tickles

Death is far, dirges are numb

The writer never dies.

She tapped the sweet juice of our minds

Smoked out the creativity in our fingers

Death is far, dirges are numb

The writer never dies

The words penned,

The numen of letteric rhythm from

A walk to the market, a stroll by the seaside

The honking, the shouts, the giggles and chuckles

The mourn, and scolds.

An inspiration to her interior décor

Death is far, dirges are numb

The writer never dies

So we gather to celebrate the legend

Not to mourn but to share heroic.

Not to cry but to ply ourselves with the fingerprints

That never fades.

Death is far, dirges are numb

The writer never dies.

In memory of Maya Angelou

WHAT DO YOU SEE?

A reflection in the mirror
Is it the world or Christ I see
I was born of Christ but a photocopy of the world
Wanting to satisfy pleasure I drew a timetable
And scheduled righteousness for the Sabbath day
 
I washed my sins with a bucket of water
on a Sunday morning
And hurried off to lead worship in the temple
 The temple i defined not by His word but by Oxford dictionary

So offering myself as a sacrifice, holy and pleasing to Him
A battle I fought like a pendulum bulb
Going back and forth in my faith
There were times I questioned my faith
Spiritual suicide was a threat

You know, I felt the pain he felt
So I thought, I cant hurt him any longer
My accomplice filled my head with guilt
So I give up and totally surrender
While the church slept in confusion

Blended holy and unholy
Added a flavor of church activities
And served best chilled
I became cold


Anytime the fire of God got me thirsty
He showed up again
Offering me a glass of fornication
So I took a sip and paused for a moment,
'mmmm delicious!' I thought.
And took another sip, everyone else at the party was gulping
So I took another sip till i got drank.

 It strangled me till I was gasping for breath
And you just sat there perfecting the art of doing nothing
I changed my pad severally but stained all the same.

The sarcasm when I sent him a 'lol' with a stern look backstage
When confused i sing
'If  I live, I live for you, should i die i die for you'
Simultaneously singing John Legend,
'And  I will  give you all of me'

Who are we trying to confuse?
Leaving both of them to fight over my heart
Survival of the fittest

But you know, I was unfair
Because the whole world was watching
Not wanting to be hooted,
I gave my saviour a red card

So I had the majority on my side
and all the fans I needed
Moreover it was Him against my desires
So I let him go all thesame for that dude

That dude who had a sweet lying tongue
Posing himself as though he had the best solutions for me
When all he ever did was steal
He stole everything, till I became a church mouse
And his slave, couldnt stop myself anylonger

In my minds eye
I slow motioned every movement
Never putting my righteousness on check

Because the cosmetic church got my sense of fashion on check
I paid my offering with a cheque
Trying to bribe my way through heaven.

But that night I stood before the mirror again
Now that you see yourself ,
What do you see?
Now that you've seen the hips, the pretty face, the charming smile,
The six packs, the enticing wink, the hairy chest.
I just want to ask you
Now that you see me, do you see God?

BEFORE NIGHTFALLS

Tomorrow when your bones grow weak
When the hands, lips and eyes shake like earthquake.
The once smooth plain becomes full of demarcations
When speech sounds so audibly far
And eyes squint to behold beauty
When words are too expensive to afford
 And a few let out is like a drainage system
would you smile when you look at your young mirror?
When your hormones were flip flapping
Your feet hurried off to every occasion
When your vocal chords stay active all night
And your memories as sharp as sword
Did you plant viable seeds?
This moment when you dig into every pit
Your tongue ready to taste every liquor
When cotton and nylon could not cover your breast and thighs
And the tablets and phones seem more valuable than you.
This moment when the sun breaths into you
And the evening seems so far away
When the bright sky offers several penalties
This moment when you lift your head
And exhale smoke from your nostrils
When you preach your own gospel
Excusing tongue kisses as no fornication.
This moment when you’re listening and
Saying  to yourself I do no such things.
When you know you as guilty as those that do all
Because you hide the truth from them;THAT IS SUICIDAL
They are your pals
 YET you zip your lips cause you don’t want to be tagged.
Remember in the days of your youth, He says.
At the time when your lips tremble to speak
And your memories are washed away by the tides
Your feeble body at the mercies of those you ignored
At the time when breath is drawn from the body
Your sexual emotions will take an eternal rest.
The spirit will forlornly rise,
Then it would be too late
Darkness will come upon you eternally
The sun still shines, the day is still bright.
Catch it before night falls.

BEYOND THE COLORS

Life is a crystal bowl
With black and white pebbles
The probability of picking one over the other
Is as equal as the size of a square

So on a day I pick a black pebble
I expect you to pour me a cup of sweet words

Hide me amidst the storm
Your shoulders as raincoat
So I do not drench in guilt

I would love it this much
If you would pull me like an office door
Close to your chest
So your heart beat remind me of
How many more chances I have to smile again.

And wouldn't it be as sweet as Christmas
If you will lift me like a crane unto your shoulders
So I would feel like a kite
Far from the reach of pointing fingers

But I wouldn't hate you
Though it will taste as medicine
If you would pull my cheeks
Hard like a tug of war

Admonishing me to look better
When next I have to pick a pebble
I would be grateful
Cause my eyes will develop binoculars
 Seeing beyond the colors to the shores of the pebble

So I would remember the cup of sweet words
Or the bitter medicine from my extended cheeks
And pick the right pebble.
When next I have a crystal bowl

GOOD BYE

Flickering fingers over the piece of bamboo
Men and women gather, blood pumps fear
The ATENTEBEN and its twin ODURUGYA
The bearers of news introduced by sad tunes

Sorrow sweeps the township as the tides of the ocean

Dark linen over the shoulders of men
Their tears knotted in their belly
They only kept shaking their heads
A symbol of their manhood, a conceal of grief
Women as ladybirds threw their hands in the air.
No need to be hard and strong
No need to withhold tears
No need to act up
Their emotions in the direction the wind blows
Like the tides towards the shore
the atenteben in his hands caused a mountain and valley of lament.
The building shakes, its no longer firm
The flute again, dispersing solemn rythm of pain
The rythm reverberates the awareness of a fallen pillar
The tap root of a great tree is dead
Can the tree hold?
Its branches and growing fruits are desolate
A chorus of mourners
Like all other moments, this shall also pass
Void by the absence of your voice
Pain by the loss of our gain
Tears by the memories of your years
Memories of this bond shall linger

BURIED LOVE

Tears cloud my eyes as a mirror of sadness.

Exhaling air through my mouth that could blow up a balloon,

My hair suddenly began to itch psychologically.

A heart race, tears that battled the force of gravity, smiles seem to beckon the tears even more,

As if to say to yourself, ‘calm down, no tears now’

And the heart pleading, ‘she’s hurting!!!’

Each breath was heavier than carrying 10 bags of cement.

The phone reaches out to you.

Take a look at the screen and it seems dead.

I ask myself “where from this water running down to my cheeks as though it was being chased?”

‘It is called tears’ my mind answered.

The global village in my head was silent

A silence that could torment the possessed

At that moment, I couldn’t help counting the number of hair strands on my head

Or counting the grains of sand beneath my feet

I tried measuring the depth of the ocean with my fingers

And being a super woman flying without wings

I took wonky steps to the graveyard of love.

Billions of hearts, ‘Would my heart be buried too?’, I asked myself.

My soul soared up into the skies, I was a star lost in the night.

My physique struggling to take it all in over and over and over again,

It waited patiently like a time bomb.

Then boom! Boom!! Boom!!!!

It exploded into pieces of wail.

Too late to be salvaged

WHO ARE YOU?

Are you sure you know who you are?

You may say you are quick-tempered, better still slow to anger

You may say you are short, tall, lanky

Or you may say you are chubby, maybe you have terrible mood swings,

Some may say they are smart, intelligent, serious minded, hardworking, strong.

Some may say they are neat, sweet, fun, loud, proud.

Who do you know you are?

Look at this

You gathered all that about yourself from your physical aiyons.

How about what is written with God’s own crayon?

You are endowed with protons to make your spirit a positively charged ion.

Remember iron sharpeneth iron, Prov 27:17 so you’ve got to discharge your protons

to show the light in your environs.

TAKE a look at your mirror and what does it tell you when you flip through its pages?

You see your roots from Genesis.

Grab the Rhema now. It says:

You are a royal priesthood, an heir to the throne. 1 Peter 2:9

You are a king that makes Him King of Kings. Isaiah 61:6

You are Awesome; you’ve got the trinity in you. Colossians 2:6

How can you fail when God in You never fails? Heb 13:5

How can you be defeated when God is conqueror? Psalm 21:12

How can you be jobless when God has given you dominion over all things? Gen 1:26

It is in your nature to a conqueror, a governor.

To be a leader and preacher

To be pure and holy

To be great and awesome

To be strong and mighty

You were created because God was creative.

You were purified because He is pure.

You were strong because He is mighty

You can heal because He is a healer.

You have faith because He is faithful

For all we can be is a subset of who He is.

A child of God can’t be insignificant

Jeremiah 1:10

You are given authority to do what?

To uproot, to break down

To destroy and to overthrow and

To build, and to plant.

We have turned God into a delivery agent where all we do is demand

What God wants to give you is not the flashy car, not bundles of cash.

Not children, not promotion and not the job you are searching for and not that grade in school.

Looking at Christians,  material things can't define us.

What He wants to give you is the word of God in your spirit.

It will make you what He talks about.

Then with that word you can call on all these things and they will obey you.

Because you are God’s child.

Call on that job, that amount of money, that promotion at your work place.

Like Christ spoke to the storm, you do to yours.

Look at the lives of Abraham and Abednego.

Nehemiah and Jeremiah

Isaiah and Asa

Ezekiel and Esther

Job and Joshua

Elijah and Elisha

David and Daniel

The word in their hearts then blessings on their lives.

You are God’s masterpiece. Eph 2:10