I was loved at birth When I emerged from the womb Hated at death When I departed to the tomb The journey through life Sharp as a knife A label of fear To be handled with care Sometimes I wonder What lies yonder When it all comes to an end At the end of the […]
The Afterlife – Poetry
Love – Poetry
Right from the moment my eyes were able to decipher animate things and inanimates I’ve been in love… With sounds, my mother’s nipples, the sounds of music, the visuals of dance, the warm arms that bore me, and the ones that touched my face. Since I began to crawl on my own, feel things with […]
Sir Whyte – Poetry
Seven seas crossed, sir whyte graced through in his glorious shine beaming like a wedded bride in white. A force to reckon with he was in rampage, he knew his time await And he began, a quest to become the globe’s emperor, lucky he was this time; Afrik his greatest triumph as it embraced in […]
Ethos – Poetry
What if I told you, I was gay? Hear me out, Please hear me out. What if I told you, I was gay What’ll you say? Stare in shame? Not a phase? A mere disgrace? Hear me out What if, I told you, I was gay? Would you, look at me With disgust? Would you, […]
Patriots – Poetry
I saw a ‘patriot’ on Monday of last week, a young boy; holed-up under a bridge, probably seven he might be, a sojourner perhaps, our eyes crossed path, his begging mine to ‘pulley’ him out of his elusive world. Since then, his haunting eyes followed me through’t the Monday of last week. I saw a […]
Mirror – Poetry
Finely-shaped glass, adorned in black mahogany Overtly beautiful; cleaved in her innocence, with her majestic stance in readiness to unleash her captivating presence. Wooden yet golden, her presence capturing images of loyal ‘patriots’; eyes so sharp that she never misses, any face that has come to seek her before. The fairest of all, she was […]
For Lovers in Opposite Sides of a Mirror – Poetry
Some nights, you scroll your phone, stare at a name & wish your fingers could work faster than your brain. Something beneath your ribs is aching, bleeding & for every pulse, you feel bullets ripping you apart. Times like this, you’re pinned to the rhythm of silence With the weight of the world on your […]






