VANESSA

Gentlemanly me lay upside down; Content, dreamless, not being a clown. But then Vanessa came into town And well, trouble became of my crown. Vanny got an apartment downtown, Got two labia dogs from Mrs. Browne. If you pass, you must frown. If you don’t, you must drown. I let grasses grow at my door,…

Soliloquy III

While in school I was king; At my door lasses would sing, But now that only memories ring, Even the homely refuses to cling. I hear not the ticking of clock, Long enough alone in my block, Write and read, evening on a walk, Still unsung, no dame would knock I cannot love two at…

LUCY, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?

Oh yes! Caesars have offered their daughters, but I was never like those busters. Pharaohs have invited me to dine so that a princess would be mine. They would march in nine to twist and whine, but I’ve suspected, marrying an Egyptian isn’t at all my line. So I went to my mother’s town, but…

Soliloquy II

Day dawned not nice in me pockets And I have feelings for Wura But dame flaunts her anklets Alongside her friend, Aurora. Folks fuel me after the señora So I dress nice to rich banquets My modern Sodom and Gomorrah From which I return in caskets. Friends assure my skills are enough To attract any…

Soliloquy

Town folks, at my door gather. Man called lord, people be happy! Dirty indoor, outside the bather. Join the queue, now be snappy. Bricks face the harsh weathers, Babies coo indifferently over milk; Roof better not lose its feathers, Else the doom of silver silk. Money is time’s friend, Time is money’s mother; Money happens,…

A MAN

Night dreams, morning dreams! Babyish, child-like, a man seems! Touches provoking genital streams! Eyes of man, banjo beams! Blind eyes on fleshy mounds Stir protrusion in clothed grounds, And silky homes turn battlegrounds, Oh no, oh yes, several rounds. Where I love I last not, Beatrice begs I lick her pot. Feelings absent, I shoot…

DEAR LUCY,

You came when I gave up on love like an angel from above. When you said you’ll be my wife, laughter filled my life, but who knew that life wields a knife, instead of marriage, now we have a strife. You shouldn’t have called me baby when you knew you wouldn’t be my lady. Our…

September Twenty-Nine

September 29, 2011. I rose from the bed at 8 o’ clock. I did not sleep in my house, so I had to hurry back to my block. I found my landlord eating the oranges his children always loved to pluck, and several bags of them were being loaded on a truck. They offered me…

BOOK REVIEW – Francis Is Alive

(By Kevin Onuegbu, an avid reader and literary critic) “Francis Is Alive” by Moshood Adebayo is a detective story imbued with intrigue, horror, suspense, betrayals, love and the mystic. Francis Whyte, a professional and most wanted American assassin, showed up to the world after so many years of self-exile. He came to Nigeria to meet…

THE OGOID WAR (First Cry)

I was lonely for so long, surviving on memories of beautiful days past. I could choose to hate, or like so many, lie, but I looked not with my flesh but with my heart; I loved sincerely and that was my sin, all my reasons to smile turned reasons to brood. It wasn’t her fault,…

THE NEXT STREET

Mum cooks horrible foods, we tell ourselves we love the delicacies but every morning before 8am, sweet aromas waft their way into our quarters, all the way from the next street and we would look at one another and wonder, why can’t this be birthed in our kitchen? My best guess, nothing to guess. Idaya…

YOU’RE GREEN AGAIN

History cut your flesh; Caesars bled your digits but you survived the excesses of man. Pharaohs opened your bosom; termites bit at your toes but till today, you sway to the music of the wind. You have so many protrusions, none into bliss is introduced yet you did not grow envious, no, not even after…