I sat in a chair, head down, eyes shut; motionless. I was at my rope's end. Unable to think a thought, to cry or be sad. Unable to feel a thing, to smile or to laugh. Had felt all the emotions I know. Been happy, sad, anxious, angry... But this moment was different. I just … Continue reading Let the Sun remind you
Clung to the black iron railings were a set of thickly layered wrinkles, old ragged pair of hands. Behind it was a dull set of eyes, frail looking head of hair, and a stature screaming age. Wondering how a gate mounted to bar unapproved entry should be manned by such a tired looking figure, I … Continue reading A Moment In Time
It was a form. A simple sign up form, which required answering some interesting questions. I was at number 8 when the picture hit me as I began to write about my most memorable Lagos experience. It was the first time I remembered in picturesque details how exactly that day went, and I couldn't help … Continue reading I got distracted.
Do it afraid. No, not with shame. Shame and fear? No, not the same. Insane or lame; Care not for blames, Go, try, and try some more. For day after day, Sweat drops will give way And life will pave its path For the shamelessly fearful Who though trembling Take thoughtful steps, and go … Continue reading Do it AFRAID
Binta will call him father! The man who smeared her skin With blood from her newborn innocence That is her reality Her people's cross to bear So we observe with mouths agape But return to status quo. No! Life is no longer the same, Not for Binta and her peers Life is not the same, … Continue reading She’ll call him father!
Pete thought life was better, Better on the other side So he dragged her up so far, Far west a million miles Weary from the ragged journey, One day his soul gave way Under a stranger's watch, but hers, but hers did stay Many nights passed And out in the wild, She fell again but … Continue reading Pete and his bride
Eyes that look abound Eyes that see are rare Yours often lurks around Seeking a soul already bare (c) tejusmoul
One moment we see through But in the next, we're blinded Your transparency, deceptive Surreal and gray The in-between syndrome Neither black nor white Neither here nor there A world of its own, Belonging nowhere. We might be behind the veil... A place of beautiful deception. ©tejusmoul
Night can't get darker Than the shadow your farewell cast And your fire replaced by smoke. I tried to get a hold, Then sought a darkness stronger To train to be at ease In a world void of your light. These eyes you once told to see Sun, moon, trees, And only beautiful things Now … Continue reading Living dead
A quiet force, a silent storm Meek, not weak The evening breeze. Wild fire smouldering Whirlwind in transit I'm the whispering sea The beckoning beach. Tidal waves clasping the air; Surfer's light blown by delight Flicks of flare, then the fury of fear Passions flee and eyes take flight... Yet I'm the evening breeze, The … Continue reading Whirl wind in transit
There are days like this Days in which you smile A thousand smiles and counting And such days as this Will be the daily kind To hearts that won't live doubting They see each skipping and each beat As rhyme for praise and dancing