Friday, September 25, 2009

UNTITLED

UNTITLED
I walk on the nonexistent path
No maps, no paths
I just go north
And keep right
I would say the road is tough
But there is no road
So I tread on
Towards the sun
I want to moon walk
And dine with the stars
Dance with success
Touch her
Caress her nipples
Make her smile and giggle coyly
I would be radiant
In my elements
I would start now on my upward journey.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

FOR ALCOHOL



FOR ALCOHOL
I love alcohol, I drink quite frequently, I love hanging out. I love the music blaring loud from the speakers, love the suya and pepper soup served in bars. What I love more is the high, alcohol gives me, it cures my depression, makes me happy and a jolly fellow. It feeds my muse; some of my best writings come, when I am drinking or later at night/dawn when the effect has rubbed off. So this poem came in one of my drinking binges, it was composed for a chick bursting my brains; the chick is Night train, an alcoholic brand. Enjoy.

In the cool breeze of harmattan
You are my warmth
In the harshness of the wind
You are my shield
In the hurt of my pain
You are my strength
In the tears of my heart
You are my laughter
In the emptiness of my heart
You make me full
When the storm goes rough
You are my shelter
When my heart has been broken to splinters
You keep me together
When I am depressed and gloomy
You make me laugh
When I want to hang out with friends
You are there to keep us happy
When there is no inspiration
You are my muse

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

DEPRESSION


From writer's block to depression, these are not happy times for me, but i would conquer, i have had wonderful ideas on articles to write, and short stories too, but when i put pen to paper, the words desert me, but poems always solve my probelms, so as always, this poem unlocked the doors of my prison.enjoy it


DEPRESSION

Gnaws me down
Making me feel naught
All my weaknesses enlarge
And my failures underscored
My successes feel minute
My achievement even smaller
Makes me down
I light my smoke
To exhale depression out
But instead it increases
Like cancer in my soul
And my life tape plays
Reeling backward
My flops are highlighted
In red ink
My heart is dense
And I am so down

Monday, September 7, 2009

Drought of words

writer's block is a disease that affects every writer, similar to the pox, children must always have. ideas would come, topics abound, but the words to clothe them would desert me, i would spend hours on end with my biro but nothing, then i struggled to compose this poem, and the walls of the dam came tumbling down, and words were liberated.

Drought of words
For a great while,
Thoughts took great flight,
Like those migratory yearly flights birds do.
My writings fall flatly,
The crashed parts never found.
My muse never lands,
Dancing in my mind,
Never leaving something concrete,
It never ends like an Indian love dance,
With the pretty girl in her lovers arms,
It ends with a hide and seek game,
Leaving me desolate and bare,
Nothing good to deposit on my writing pad,
So I embarked on an odyssey,
To find my missing muse.
It was a stormy voyage,
Fought many hydra-headed monsters,
Lost a number of my crewmen,
To the vicissitudes of life
But I berthed in fine,
Saw my muse in a spring,
She gave me fresh words to drink,
Good songs to sing,
Now I set out on a fresh course,
To spread my gospel of words.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

The beach


The beach,
i am floating in sand
the colour of pureness
only white can rival
i write my sins on sand
so they can be washed ashore.
The beach,
i feel its anger,
when it comes to the sand.
the waves swiftly swash.
and reluctantly retreats.
taking some sand hostage
i see the beach,
kissing the sky
somewhere not to far away.
silently speaking romantic words
that only the sky hears.
wind strokes the waters
like a lover stroking his solemates hair
and when the sky is angry
it creates a storm,
rocking the turbulent waves
ceasing when the beach apologies
i love the beach,
coz it teaches my heart
how to love a woman.
silently whispering love songs
in to her heart.
thats why i take my love,
to the beach,
so that she may love me
like the sky and the beach.

RIPPLING EFFECT


RIPPLING EFFECT
The cool, calm, serene lake looked at me with its idyllic gaze. Envy gripped me like a fork, my evil mind wants to shatter, the smug glow of self-satisfaction, of inner peace, the feeling of utter contentment.
I threw the pebble into the water, and I smiled as I saw the rings, increasing, and each circle bigger than the previous, spreading eons away, I was pleased, that I have disturbed the lake’s world, giving it a little turmoil, instant gratification for me.
I was a pure, innocent juvenile, in love, the first love disease spread by the love bug, had beaten me, I was plagued by the normal symptoms; poem writing, daydreaming, feeling all lovey-dovey, doing foolish deeds to make the love last.
But like an earthquake, my heart was shattered, the ground shifted under me, and I was desolate, I felt my first love would be my last, but I was played, used and dumped.
So I built rocks all over my heart, and was reborn as a Casanova, a Don Juan, as my friends called me a Don Solomon, had a sweet tongue, and with it conquered many women, like the biblical Solomon.
So I set forth at dawn(apologies to Wole Soyinka), spread the ripples, changing girls, the way I change clothes, the numbers piling up by the dozen, and breaking many hearts.
All in a bid, to avenge the first love gone wrong, but it was instant gratification, fleeting, and so like cocaine addict, I went for more, imparting more sadness, to get happiness. But it was all vanity and fleeting joy, gone with the wind.
Now I have turned a new leaf, dropped my player’s card, retired from the game, trying to right my wrongs, and painstakingly search for the right one and be true to her, and maybe get a lasting joy this time.

STOP AND STARE

Stop and stare
At that girl with enormous breasts
They bounce and jiggle as she sways
Tempting me to touch
To know her
And dally with her

Stop and stare
At that lady with oval-shaped face
An epitome of African beauty
Alluring me to own her
To behold her dailyAs my trophy wife


Stop and stare
At that plump dame with large behind
Her gait accentuates her curves
Inviting me to touch it
To play with it and praise it
To go to bed with it



Stop and stare
At yourself lusting and staring
Your loins are at attention
Sin dancing in your mind
You didn’t see the car
That cleared you to the curb

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

NO NETWORK, NO SERVICE


I rarely write about Nigeria, the country depresses me a lot, but I have made a round-about turn, because this country, gives me a lot of things to write about, And I also hope through my writing change would come.
The country has a way of taking a step forward, and then retrogress ten steps backward, so any improvement, would later come around to sting you in the face, take the telecommunication industry for example, it was with a lot of pomp and pageantry, that we celebrated the coming of the GSM.
Before then, we had to bear with, an ineffectual landline telephony, and grossly inept postal service, to get a phone line in the nineties, was a bribe game, you bribe to get the number, you bribe to get it installed, you bribe to keep it working, you bribe to get it repaired after it is damaged, or is it the postal service, where it will take weeks to get your mail delivered within Nigeria, and almost impossible to get it delivered abroad.
So we were so happy when mobile telephony came, we ignored the high costs, and rushed it, then the players in the industry became plenty, and the prices dropped, but with it we started having problems, a lot of dropped calls, no value for your money, poor customer care, and of cause, the most annoying of all bad interconnectivity and no service/no network.
Sometimes it is easier to let a camel pass the eye of a needle, than for a call to go to another network, difficult to send text messages, people would have as many lines, so they can reach people with similar networks, is it suppose to be so? Countries within African and abroad don’t have these problems, they use one line, and even enjoy cheaper rates.
The bane of the matter, is the inadequate regulating from the bodies in charge, they fail to remind them to give us good service, they fail to call them to book, when the transgress, it is possible for the industry to be trouble-free, it is possible for seamless communication between networks, as obtainable everywhere but Nigeria, we need to put things right in this country starting from the telecommunication industry.