Lights, Camera..This @$#& must go Viral

Am I be allowed to use the S word? Cos I’ve searched through many plethora of vocab and nothing fits. so my excuse is " I’m allowed one cuss word a day" (doctor’s order).

People, what is wrong with us. This viral disease is eating through our membrane and we seem to have lost our senses alongside. People with 3310 wouldn’t want to feel left out, trust them to whip their phones out like… tananantana

Okay, I remember when we were young, we had Ten-Ten, Suwe and we were more than happy. To say we were sated will be to paint a picture of a child licking lollipop in contentment. One could bag the Ten-Ten champion. If it was possible, your feet would be insured and you are sure to be amongst the cool crowd, just cos you could play ten-ten like a pro. I wished we could have a tournament for these games. (Now, I’m getting ahead of myself).

Now it seems like we have lost our youth, fostering lingering friendship has been lost and I know that this topic has been over flogged and it pleads for mercy. ejo efimile ahn (leave me alone na)

The reign of smartphones is supreme and nothing can take its place. (Or so it seems). We have all become citizen journalist. When we take picture we only think...” This shit must go viral”. The Ellen selfie spoilt it all and trust naija and copycopy.” How can this gay woman get all the attention while we straight people sulk and scream at the number of retweets”.

well..if this shit doesn't go viral, what else will? by fire by force!!!

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There will come a time when you just want to give in

and no, I don’t mean close shop

cos pepper nor dey shade and garri nor dey to chop

not about you eyeing the rat poison “made in Korea”

like it was the next best thing after… otapiapia.

Don’t even go thinking I mean the rope dangling

from the fan waiting to be put to good use

like the thang between the man's leg about to abuse.

Giving in, isn’t always about giving up one’s life....Literally

nor is it about wanting badly to die...metaphorically

or putting your hands on your head and screaming "Chai!!

"I wan Kpia, I nor do again, no be by force"

Well...I’m gonna say it again and again till my voice sound hoarse…ky

It’s a reaction and if not careful, spreads like a virus

Shutting off your immunity, that you may never be seen as desirous

Your white blood cells can’t heal the injuries and bruises

Your lungs have been clogged by the smoke of other’s

telling you what to do and how to do what to do like they know

how to do what to do when to do…Did y’all get that?

cos I sure don’t know why you’d want to listen to them

that don’t even know when to do the do they tell others to do

even if the do slaps them in the face.

And so you give up your very essence and give in to their pretence.

Like a controlled puppet, lemme leave you with this nugget

Do the do how and when you feel like the do should be do..ne

Cos you are the DO….the director of operations of your life

So take control and be the DO.

what did I just Do?

Lately, I have been doing things spontaneously, not giving my cerebrum the chance; not even a window to process anything. I just act and maybe think later, this has gotten me into some pretty tight spot with no room to wriggle out. The other day, I sent a mail to a prospective employer with so much gusto that the reply really irked me and just like that, I sent a reply and hit the send button without proofreading. I knew that if I did that, I would lose my liver and trash the mail. yea..I just apologised to him, well safe to say that I did beg to be forgiven.

Lessons learnt?

 It's okay to dive in or better yet plunge head first but sometimes it would be wise to put a toe in to test the temperature. This way, you don't drown in an ocean of trouble.

Jolly Ride

Strong arms grip her against her will

Roving fingers strip her clothes off against her wish

Randy hands molest her without consent

Whilst she craves the embrace of the night to shield her dignity

But guess this isn’t her night.

Sprawled and gagged she lay defeated as men without faces

suck the life from her body,

filthy words assault her ears

mocking the body that now seem alien to her

but each has his style, so what’s the hurry

after all, it’s a popular saying, the more the merry

and so on this merry go round she goes…some ride too slow, some much too fast

leaving her winded, she's lost count of how many round she’s gone

Now if only retribution was something she could cash out

rather closing her eyes, praying she could tap out

and bring an end to the rehearsal so she’d wash the stench that clung off.

Oh! She washed it off al-right…the stench I mean

if you count the petrol being poured on her as water and

the match as soap to scrub the marks left off

like wood for a bon fire, she is set ablaze and her captors dance round in glee

knowing they will walk away free

with none the wiser.

Silently contemplating the insurgency of their act

and conferring on themselves the title of zoro

placed to rid the earth of the girl that now looks sculpted from ash

dressed to torment their eyes...with certainty! She was an ashi

well… that’s the line they will stick to till hell freezes over

at least for now, everything looks kosher

their deed hidden but soon the chicken will come home to roost

or maybe …I just have too much faith in fate?

The occultic world of creatives

The creative world is a hub, some might refer to it as a cult; though I had no initiation when I got in. you’d have to drink from the cup of the elders or pray fervently to the gods to look your way and bless you with the Midas brain. Or better yet, you’d lock yourself in a dark lit room, drink stale coffee while reading quotes from Ogilvy/ Bernbach and wonder how you can unearth their bodies and mix a concoctions from their remains so you can get the looks of one and the brains of the other. Turning pages of thick set books and memorizing best practices used then to sell "vacuum cleaner" (which we don’t have here in this part of the world or use). You come out from your sabbatical and proclaim you are the messiah of advertising. You have been given the scroll on the mountain of creativity and you are voltron that is ready to unleash the commandments to the world…Go and flourish; a command whispered in that dark hour by the wise crack that you alone saw and spoke to (probably your evil self).

My First Date

12a.m, Jan 1^st 2013

I’ll remember this date always,

Cos it was the day I had my first date with Him

The date of the crossover to my Passover.

When all was silent, His voice was resplendent

“Be still, and know I’m God’

And so I heeded to the one, my heart I'd seeded

into his care, casting my worries in his lair.

Click…click

9-12-15-22-5-25-15-21

The combination which unlock access into his safe…ty

“I love you” it translates in words

I’m with you, though you will doubt

and you’ll be tempted to go another route

Just stay strong, the world will tell you wrong

“Curse him” he has abandoned you

Words like music. Music like words

Words like music make memories. It has the power to bring tears to the eyes, raise the hair on the arms and incite laughter. Like music, words have composition; its beauty is in the arrangement. It has genre and diversity. Yes! like music, the mastery of all, is the mastery of communication

Music like words invades the mind, plants a seed( good or bad). Music like words becomes a culture, It begins with an idea, a thought; ready to break silence.  It addresses issues with each string and chords. Yes! like words the mastery of all is the mastery of artistry

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I showed this piece to someone and he says its the beginning of a novel. I will like to give that a try. To begin my first of many first ( I wrote a poem about that)  so please give this a read. lets just say I'm allowing you read my first draft. Like all disclaimer goes, "all names and characters are fictional". 

MIND

I am infinite

light with no weight

inhabiting not race but space

bordering on the existence that I can erase

memories and figures stacked for safe keeping

on my turf with only a snap! heeding

no plea from the body I inflate or deflate

by my presence or absence.

I am the mind

but many pay me no mind

rather choose to adorn me with synthetic

organic or overpriced designer hair laced as aesthetic

sewn by needles that works not as deftly as anaesthetic

fuelling my rage by its constant prickle

bruising my ego with a sickle

forgetting I can choose not to function

With no mention.

So pay heed to my thought

as I have no voice

harken to my plea

cos after this there is no room for appeal

you leave me in neglect

like a house only beautiful on the outside

but rotten as a dead rat on the inside

I'm fertile,

so nourish me only with knowledge and watch me bloom

brighter than a full moon.