I'm a fake!!

It has taken me twenty-six days to publish my first post. I forget that my blog is not only for poetry, but for me to share my experience; blogging forces me to be introspective. All I write comes from personal views and then some fictions.

Gosh, now this minute,I'm intimidated by the letters on my keyboard, almost don't know what to write ( been out of practice) and I'm floundering; deleting, rewriting and brainstorming. I've come to a conclusion that I am a fake. Yea.how do I explain the loss of words and work as an excuse?

Lack of Evidence

(Singing)

Hush little fetus, don’t you cry

mama’s not gonna see you grow to child

Hush little egg, please don’t you hatch

Cos mama’s not here to keep you warm.

The Nigerian law makes it a crime to perform

or to obtain an abortion, labelling it as illegal

that I can agree with,  people who still do it are

ill from a disease that is making a meal of their body, and

I’m sick of seeing them place an order

to be served Egal to God every time they

snuff out the light and blow into nothingness

the existence from which man was formed

cos how do you explain 610,000 future you’ve pushed

into oblivion and the time you reset

the minute you flushed down the drain

the happiness that could have embraced

 joy with scalpels that tore open your bellies and

vomited the evidence of your…well let’s just say evidence

and in silence you remain 

knowing that nothing could be used against you

acquitting yourself of first degree murder as the plantiff suffered a

terrible fate which has left its attorney defenceless without his key witness.

Now the case has been thrown out of court for lack of….Yea, you can say it again

But do you hear the shatter of the broken lullaby sung by lips cracked

with no gloss to give spark to the voice that chants the melody?

that is the life that could have been the save-your heart lunged for

but no air to breathe your last…

Then you’d remember

how your baby appealed to live

wanting to see and touch your face with hands full of trust

looking to cover your mistakes with glues of toothless gum

not judging, even though you were an accessory to an act

meant only for couples…

But now it’s too late,

A statistics as the child who died the same day

you gave yours for the sake of burying the evidence

N.I.G.E.R.I.A

If I could ascribe a common letter for anarchy

and nepotism, I’d say…N

Cos as a people we have never seen eye to…I

As all we've done is “eat” up the future of the self-conferred title

we tag ourselves, alas (forgetting) it’s the verb

in grEAT but we fail to see the…G.

Vain we have become to no one’s gain

spinning stories that have begun to wan…E

of how justice will be claimed for all maimed

yet if our voice is as loud as a lions

then why can’t we roa…R.

Letting our whips crackle and the demons

sent to hades for the crime and bloodshed

as all in favour of no amnesty nor dialogue say….I.

We have become a nation lesser than the

dreams of our father fathers fathers

A dream though little blossomed to forge

the name we now self loathingly take pride in.

A country that defined our identity is now a shadow

of the dreams of heroes past

A nation where her citizens are no longer bound in freedom

lacking peace and tranquility

deride peace and unity.

A nation unstable and in the throes of bowing

in veneration to shambles

forgetting there is strength in numbers like

words will be meaningless without vowels

just like her name will be pronounceless without an….A

N.I.G.E.R.I.A

The Nigerian-ess in us

Many might wonder how I came about this but I bet you wouldn't want me to launch  into a monologue about how in my bathroom , with the water cascading down my head, the thought exploded in my brain?

Hehehe...okay,  you can see right through my act.

Love struck..part 1

If you have been in Sarah ( the character in this story series) shoe's, you would relate pretty well.so lean forward towards your computer screen, mobile phone screen and enjoy!!! hehehe

Under the Mango tree

Under the mango tree

Here the kids are wild and free

Without care or worry

Aiming at the fruits with intensity, never weary


 Under the Mango tree

The adults gather the children

Ready to share stories that were passed on

Some scary, some cheery


In the cover of dark

The sound of  a dog’s bark

Is lost in the embrace of lovers

Cocooned and sheltered under the mango tree

Change Vs Career....Nigeria in view

"Most people use change to promote their career while a few use their career to promote change" words uttered by Sarah Palin during a speech. She was the republican candidate for Vice president and also Governor for Alaska before resigning.
Most people viewed her as a "rookie", some said she was "wet behind the ears and she didn't know politics, Whichever sides they took, she was celebrated. Her name has gone into the history books for being the first Female governor and Republican candidate for vice president.
I will like to state that I take a liberal stand. I have no affinity for any political party. I am only a concern citizen of Nigeria.
In Nigeria, I'm yet to see one who will use his/her career to promote change Most of our leaders use change to promote their career and the downward trend in national affair is proof of this.
 During elections, their campaigns and speeches have a predictable trend...
"If you elect me, I will provide water, electricity, roads, good health facility, education"....
All of which should be basic right for citizen. Their dangling carrot promises quickly forgotten like a patient suffering amnesia when they assume office.
I will like to see a governor,senator, president, local governor chairman, house of representative, or persons of authority use their career to promote change In Nigeria.

I'm tired of the merry-go-round ride already!!!!!

From Playroom to Bedroom

"Uncle muhammad, uncle muhammad is here"! kafiat exclaims leaving the plates she was washing rushing towards  him with a knowing smile .
"Kafiat, how are you today, hope you have been a good girl," muhammad asks after a brief hug.
"Yes uncle, so what did you bring for us."
"You know Ramadan will soon end, and you promised me a dress.
"of course I did, you will soon have as many dresses as you'd like" uncle responds
 Ehen, Ha! Plenty dress,I will always pray for you, Allah will make you big.
"Amen! Are your parents at home, I want to speak to them
"Yes uncle..just go in"  returning to  wash the plates she forgot in her excitement.

You see, muhammad isn't really her uncle, he lives in the neighbourhood,  but isn't that what we call people older than us ?

well back to my story