Sunday, 17 May 2020



I see them wailing behind the hearse that ferries 
The remains of my lifeless body,
My eyes are wide shut but I see them, 
Their t-shirts have pictures 
Of my once happy face,
Tears of sorrow stream 
Behind their dark goggles,
Their eyes glance at my coffin  
Hoping that I'll get back to life,
I can see them coughing from choking screams 

Eager they are to view my remains 
For the last time,
I can see their rising anxiety,
I can feel their hearts pound,
They bite their teeth wishing they'd be there
To hear my last words,
I can see them cursing while I'm dancing 
In the spiritual world.

I see the clergyman preaching,
Ready to send me back to dust, 
My battle with depression ends at last,  
Never again will I lock myself in the
Room to mourn about life,
My sorrows have finally faded away,
I can see them moving on 
After planting roses on my grave,

After all,
They left me like I never lived when I was alive,
I can see them living like I never left 
When I died. 
I see them,
Even as I bite my dust,







Monday, 30 December 2019

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The poem can start with him walking backwards into a room.
He takes off his jacket and sits down for the rest of his life;
that’s how we bring Dad back.
I can make the blood run back up my nose, ants rushing into a hole.
We grow into smaller bodies, my breasts disappear,
your cheeks soften, teeth sink back into gums.
I can make us loved, just say the word.
Give them stumps for hands if even once they touched us without consent,
I can write the poem and make it disappear.
Step-Dad spits liquor back into glass,
Mum’s body rolls back up the stairs, the bone pops back into place,
maybe she keeps the baby.
Maybe we’re okay kid?
I’ll rewrite this whole life and this time there’ll be so much love,
you won’t be able to see beyond it.
 
You won’t be able to see beyond it,
I’ll rewrite this whole life and this time there’ll be so much love.
Maybe we’re okay kid,
maybe she keeps the baby.
Mum’s body rolls back up the stairs, the bone pops back into place,
Step-Dad spits liquor back into glass.
I can write the poem and make it disappear,
give them stumps for hands if even once they touched us without consent,
I can make us loved, just say the word.
Your cheeks soften, teeth sink back into gums
we grow into smaller bodies, my breasts disappear.
I can make the blood run back up my nose, ants rushing into a hole,
that’s how we bring Dad back.
He takes off his jacket and sits down for the rest of his life.
The poem can start with him walking backwards into a room.

Sunday, 12 August 2018














They throw gloomy glances at me,
Their spangling blue eyes slowly spiral
In their sockets,
They twitch their pink lips as they
Spit a dough of a saliva on their
First-class milky sands.

They ask me "who are you?
Where do you come from?
Why are you here?
Do y'all live with monkeys?
Do y'all have AIDS?
Do y'all live in grass thatched huts?
Does it rain o'er there? Are there roads?
Water? Airports? Pizza inn's? McDonald's?
Huh....!" They sigh,

And they whisper to their kids,
And their kids wail in fear,
And their policemen surround my path,
And they strangle my neck,
And break my arms,
And step on my head and accuse
My skin of causing unrest to their citizens.

And the thirst to go back home throttles
My throat,
The hunger to smile again boils in my belly,
The dreams of golden opportunities
Fade away from my fantasies...
As milk and Honey turn into a paranoia
Of my own mind.


Saturday, 9 December 2017



Allango,
If your love for me is true,
You don't have to worry about
your ugly wife and kids.
Take me to London
and fulfill your emotional needs.

Allango,
If your love for me is true,
Then sacrifice...
shelter my feet 
with expensive shoes.
You don't have to worry about 
what your kids will eat.
they can starve for several weeks
while I rome - in Italy - with you. 

Look at me Allango,
have you ever seen a pair of
buttocks that look as plumpy
as the ones that dangle on my behind?
Count yourself lucky for having me.

If your love for me is true,
Buy me a car and shower
my bed with American dollars...
Starring at my thighs with a wet tongue
and paying my rent is not enough.

Allango my love.
I know you want me from the
deepest part of your heart.
But actions speak louder 
than words.

If your love for me is true,
Buy me a huge box of pizza.
Buy me plastic nails from Germany.
Look at my boring eye lashes....
I want artificial ones... they only go
for one million my love.

If you truly love me, Allango,
put me first in your list of priority.
And I will make you feel young again.

Sunday, 26 November 2017



Adoyo wants me to buy her an
expensive handbag from dubai.
She insists that if possible,
I should use contributions for my
mother's hospital bill to buy it,
She says that if I don't want her to
leave me for another man,
I should put her first in my list
of priorities.
Dear friends,
Who wants Adoyo my girlfriend?

Adoyo always faults me for
not being stable.
But apart from her labia and
lose tongue,
there's nothing else that Adoyo
brings on the table.
My dear friends with flashy cars,
Adoyo my girlfriend is up for grabs.
Who wants her?

Were it not for Adoyo,
The permanent house that I was
building in the village would
not have stalled...
I would not have sold the only cow
that I had - just to jewel her fingers 
with plastic nails.
My dear friends,
You who have extra money
to waste,
Who wants Adoyo my girlfriend?


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