Sunday, 12 March 2017


Truth is truly hard to swallow
But once you do, it's like the best therapy ever

Wednesday, 16 December 2015


Forever is not enough to spend time with you
We are constantly in sync almost like Siamese 
Crazy enough to disagree on everything 
Accepting enough to understand each other 

When I'm right here I want it to last a lifetime
Of silent conversations and pleasant disturbance
Of forced feeding and pleasant surprises 
Of mutual caring and passionate heartbeat

It takes a lifetime to find a soulmate
Barely possible to find perfection 
But we have a spark that explodes into a fire
If this spark ends know that the fire kept burning

The cozy nights and warm affections 
All that may be or may not be 
It is beyond us but we hold this space 
Deep within till forever ends 

Friday, 5 December 2014


There was a time
When pen was all I had
My tool for craft and disaster
A form of expression irrespective
A place where I composed
My medium to create
Some prose were polished art
Others were plain mediocre
Or at least so I thought,
I could never be a real judge
Lest I accomplish self aggrandizement

Perfection was far away
There was yet a slow climb it's stairs
The joy was in the 'doing'
The power to create.
Making something out of nothing
Deliver my thought process in art
This is my birthright
My actual true first love.
This is my gift

And then I drift to doze
Nap turned to sleep
Sleep into slumber
Wake me from my death sleep
Let me find the strength
My own joy from within
Standing ovations in my head.
Take away from me
These noises of pollution
I need my mind aright
I need my power back

Sunday, 10 March 2013

A mother's love

Ain't nothing better than a mother's love
You know that unconditional, uncompromising, I - love - when you- don't deserve it type of love.
My mother, she loved me when I was nothing but a foetus in her womb,
Planted by my father's exuberance for prancing inside that warm tight holding to release a gift of life out of sheer pleasure.
She nurtured what would become a man groomed to perfection.
Tears of joy shed when I caused cramping pains to eject out of her belly.
The unexplainable bond of an umbilical cord that holds us both as a pair,
It was cut short but blood is thicker than water.
She would stay up sleepless nights to watch me sleep,
The beauty in her gaze upon the court where she lay her seed.
She would feed me and cuddle after every teeny weeny cry.
The embrace of her arms at every perfect proportion.
She would ache to see that I still exhaled,
The same breathe she gave me when I spring out of her womb.

Vocabularies she taught me from my tender years,
My teachers wouldn't get how easily I conform prose
A nudge to wake me when sleep is deepest,
She instilled discipline once the sun shined its teeth
A tender little spank behind when I stole a cookie,
She would not spare the rod to teach right and wrong
A show of morals, great virtue in a woman
She excelled in her path and brought her own pride
The depth of scriptures, she made me memorize
When I stray, they lighten the path I return home
Her shiny black beauty, what I see is skin deep
So when a lady approach, I'm searching deep within
Beauty is fleeting character, that's golden.
The telepathy communication we share in-spite of distance,
She would know just when she needs to be a life coach.
The right words to say, adoring actions that no one else will.
There's always a mother's place that no one can fill.
My mothers love, It's incomprehensible, I can't fathom
I shiver for love trying to describe it all.


Friday, 12 October 2012

Generation X Africa

I remember growing up in Nigeria, there was not one thing I didn't think I would be able to do, I was ready to conquer the world, not like Adolf Hitler as history suggests but more in a way that I could be a leader in whatever field I choose. I was a smart kid, I still am a smart kid ;) but the courage I had back then had no boundaries. Nigeria was a country, not a continent, I was stack sure that other people from everywhere else knew a country existed called Nigeria, albeit a third world country, but not a place of resentment, spite and dupes. I was already a teenager when I left the shores. In the last 10 years, I have lived in three different continents, Asia, Europe and America, Nigeria makes it the fourth one. I have been well immersed into different cultures and if I have the chance I won't stop until I see the rest of the world. One of the first things I noticed was the way Nigeria is portrayed in the media outside of Nigeria. Within the country, we all watch the wishy-washy NTA news 9pm at night and never wonder if all the things that come up on TV as news ever reach the outside world. No it doesn't, if it does, it rarely does with a limited view and that's only for people who have African channel subscriptions on SKY, who care enough to tune HITV instead of Eastenders or Hollyoaks in the UK or TelAFric TV in America and Canada. In Asia, I do not know of any of such cable networks. That answers the question of who tells our story to the outside world, we do not tell our own stories to the world. CNN, BBC and AlJazeera does. And do they really care enough to exhibit our day - to day lives? Kid yourselves not, they care more about catastrophes and Boko Haram bombings, about removal of fuel subsidy and the protests, they are interested in stories of oil prices. Well, you would already know that bad news is news anyway. There is hardly news in good occurrences except occasional heroic incidents.

According to the 2008 American Community Survey, an ongoing statistical sample survey conducted by U.S. Census Bureau, more than 200,000 Nigerian-born residents live in the U.S. Wikipedia puts that figure at 266,204. The Office for National Statistics put the figure of Nigerian-born people resident in the UK at 174,000 in 2011. 20 million people of Nigerian descent are estimated to reside outside Nigeria. Let's just say millions of other people like me are scattered around the world. The world has come to a point where everyone is expressive of their views. The highlight of this generation is not being the smartest human generation, not homosexuality and sexual perversions, not being good or bad or worse than previous generations. Correct me if I'm wrong but it's not even in terms of moral degradation, there are still good people in or generation, but we above people before us are more expressive of who we are and do not care what anyone thinks about us. All or most of the things we experience in our generation have always been in existence, but we are a generation that is more expressive. We have views and opinions about everything and we are ready to let it out. We do not just conform, we are able to speak up at the right time and not let anyone put us down. We recognize the power of human rights and we make use of it. I think the problem with Nigerians in this age is having little or no opinion about who they really are which makes us less expressive about 'Africa'. Notice I said about 'Africa' because a lot of us are smart about everything else. We know world history, we know world war stories, but we do not know about our own civil war stories and African history.

In our history lies values, values that make us who we truly are deep on the inside. Values that we can hold on to and not allow anybody take away from us, values that could form the basis of our own opinion. A lot of Nigerians overseas need to go back home and experience Africa. I have cousins in their late twenties who have never been back home. They have been everywhere else in the world but not to their own home. African parents could take their kids on holidays to Jamaica or Puerto Rico, but shy away from Motherland. However bad it is, we all need to experience Africa. Why do we always have to dress like other people, talk like other people, embrace the culture of other people and forget that there is good within us. I see a generation fading away, youth that have no clue about their own language and are proud of it. You find most Asians raised anywhere in the world and they are still able to speak their own language. I love how Myne Whitman is able to tell African stories to the world and you see everyone wanting to read and experience it saying they have never encountered an African romance novel before. It simply means that a lot of good things exist but if not well communicated, nobody would have an idea of it's existence. Three years ago, we all saw Chimamanda Adichie on TED talk. That is an example of being expressive about who we truly are. It also explains the popularity of Afrobeats in recent times, even though it has always been there, expressing it to the world make everyone aware of it. We need to express Africa of this generation, that is the one gift we have as young people. Go back and know your home, go back, know your roots. This post couldn't be shorter but I hope it drives home the point.