As If On Cue


They hover at traffic lights; Disperse when the light goes red, As if on cue. With their hands pressed against your window, They look at you; Promise you God will bless you, If you bless them With money. Or with that bottle of water on your seat. Or with that KFC chicken that you bought For your needs, But now feel awkward about; You know where your next meal will, But they do not. You search...

The Face of Art


So, I received a call from a friend inviting me to take part in an art film project as a poet. I haven’t been performing poetry of late but it sounded interesting, though it was very short notice, I agreed. I turned up at the studio/house and met Nadine Ibrahim – the producer of the art piece. She was warm and very easy to work with. I also met Omasan who was directing it with her. He...

National Poetry Day_Poem 4_Broken into wholeness


She came
Laid bare my past for me
A loosely traced map
A story
Of bodies upon bodies
Knowing places
No man but one
Should ever know
Could she see
How she was rampaging
Mental spaces? Leaving
Wounds that would last longer
Than broken hymens?
She wants to heal me
Fix me
Make me
Whole again
And I don’t know how to tell her
I was whole before she came

National Poetry Day_Poem 3_Ariel


She opens her mouth Wide Calling out to him Except No words come out   She sacrificed her ability to speak So she could call herself his Answer to his name, become him. Words seemed so trivial then. Lips were meant for kissing, eating, humming   Until there came a time When she had something to say When she needed to be heard   Only, She cannot speak She sacrificed expression For...

National Poetry Day_Poem 2_Love is not a Weed


‘Love is not a weed, It cannot grow where it please’   Openly assessing the other Eyes wide open It is not a deal conducted blindly.   Ancestry, health, beauty, Class, financial status, education, Sex, age, profession, culture, race, – taking into account it is a deliberate selection to gather what it may love is not a net cast wildly   I learnt today that there are rules...

National Poetry Day_Poem 1_Just a Bite


So it is National Poetry Day and I was so excited by this that I made the gross error of announcing on twitter that I would write five poems today, backwards! As luck would have it, I didn’t get home from work until 9pm and so I found myself rushing because I had to keep the promise I had made to myself publicly. So I will post each poem one after the other, in the order I hurriedly wrote them...

The Stories and Strings Book Launch


I was invited to perform at a book launch by Osisiye Tafa, which took place last Saturday, and it would be the first time that I would be asked to perform at a non-freedom hall event. What’s the difference? Freedom Hall has several musicians and poets at all their events; whereas at the launch I was the only spoken word artist invited up as part of the agenda for the evening. And it was a...

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