Poetry

chain

wind ushers in cold moon shoes dangle freely and abandoned laces hang from wire gold chain on neck of young lion on nights when cold met the anguish of M... Continue...

The Feminist

  When I saw you coming, Setting one foot gingerly before the other, I smiled. You looked even funnier than before. Not that I was happy to see... Continue...

Why I am Yoruba

Oh! Yes I’m Yoruba and it really isn’t about the language I speak. It is about what language my funeral song will be sung in. It is about how loud your ... Continue...

Book X

Homage Hook of the goose neck arc of moon-slice gate of fisheye dream Steel glint of eagle beak Flint tear of iron splinter gate of fisheye dr... Continue...

African Time

Why are you always late? Serious question Why are you always late? your lateness costs you- That flight ticket Now you get to wait What made you late? ... Continue...

Blindsided

You would think my heart a runway as Ajoke's feet, dainty and light as air, long too. If you'd looked up you'd have seen heaven, walked everywhere and eventuall... Continue...
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Depression

I remember it ever so vividly. I remember it like it was yesterday. But it actually happened this morning. Just like it did, every other morning. &n... Continue...