Things change. Things are different now.
They are not what they used to be
Between you and me
At best, I’m the lingering aftertaste of sour milk
At best, you’re something to scratch – an itch
Wish we could go back? Too late. I’m hitched
Wish we could go back. To that, at least.
No. I really don’t wish.
It’s a waste of time – time I have not to give
To I open my journal, let my pen shed tears
Because my eyes are stingy; no water with which to grieve
That’s why I don’t do closed doors – my life is out there
In here? It’s too cold and warm
Perfected the art. I already have.
Now I can’t wait for us to take it back to the start.
When we were strangers.
photo courtesy the recording evolution
The bitter taste of defeat;
Sourness of an orange too sweet,
Kisses of life from poisoned lips,
Sigh. It’s not always like this.
Yet; that’s all I know now
It’ll change; the word will show how,
Trade my cross for a fly gown
And smile; I’ll always be at peace.
I won’t know peace till I’ve said my piece,
You want peace of mind? Here’s a piece of mine!
Two peas in a pod
My heart and head were
Then one broke in pieces
And the other was shorn
No time to mourn!
No time for peace lost
Had to find the pieces
Under tons of shit and smelly ghetto pisses
One split in two like fingers in a peace sign
One shattered; many a piece left to find
Scoured left and right, low ridge and high
Nothing but vultures squawking nigh.
‘Vultures squawking nigh’?!
That’s because they’re high!
Full off pieces of my ____ they picked clean
Now that’s gone. No more peace in my pod.
Going through the motions,
Shocked awake – rude emotions
A kiss so great
Quantities measured – memories treasured
Trust fragile; completely fractured
From duct to ticker tape to surgery scars
Picking shards of what was once a heart;
Hey love; hey heart.
It’s been a while
I know; it has been a while
These days I have so little to do with your smiles
Plenty noise outside; can we stay inside?
Don’t be afraid; nothing’s changed
It’s just been a while.
Could you sit over there; let me fix you a drink
I like the way your eyes soften every time you blink
Here’s your drink; do you like how I rub your feet?
Just relax, stay a while; what do you think?
I want to ask questions
Questions to clear my impressions
Clarification to guide my reflections
Reflections to learn from;
Learn from and give you, perfection
I’ve been distracted lately; that’s no lie
Been busy too – so much on my mind
But you’re the best distraction, occupying much space
Between my eyes, my chest – yeah all that you take
“Why do I matter so much?” you ask,
Why do you matter so much? Jamb kweshun!
We never had much time from the start
But how long does it take to light a spark?
To recognize beauty? You’re the muse to my art!
My first sight of you; smiling from ear to ear
The smell of the air around you; sunlight in your hair
Look; will you come over here or should I come down there?
Oh! I so love having you near
I love you. Period.
What; you didn’t know?
I believe in actions; words are too lazy a show
But I am speaking now; so listen close
To the first in a series; your weekly dose
I love you here, I love you there
I love you far, I love you near
I love you drunk, love you sober
Love you under, still love you over
Love you in Zaria, love you in Kaduna
Love you in Jos, Sokoto and Abuja,
Love you in Lagos; the centre of everything
I love you my joy, my heart, my peace
I love you from Benin – all the way to Warri,
I love you in Anambra, Port-Harcourt, Calabar
Down to Cross Rivers, I’ll cross rivers all across rivers
Love you so close the warmth will make you shiver
I love you in Kenya, in South Africa
Love you in Ghana, Dubai, Madagascar
Love you in the UK, the South of France,
Yeah, from the top of the Eiffel Tower I’ll declare my stance
Love you from Chicago all the way to Houston,
Love you always like the early days of Bobby and Whitney Houston
Love you obviously like the rhymes in this poem
Love you quietly; subtly like the truth in my fiction
I love you on a shuttle to the moon and back,
Love you on the bus or a camel’s back
Love you on the BRT or an okada
Love drinking garri or eating dodo and rice; ofada
I love you. Period.
And somehow; I forgot to tell you that
Maybe ‘cos you’re not here and that’s a fact
Your voice in my ear; the sound of your heart
Your tongue when we kiss; how can I forget that?
But I love you.
In Togo or Timbuktu.
And the din from the world outside can be deafening,
Facebook, Twitter, millions and millions of data
BBM, 2go, Whatsapp and all that chatter
It’s too easy to forget what truly matters
Well then. Here we are.
So I switch everything off and think of you
The day becomes sunny and the night so blue
Write you a kiss to take everything from good to better
An outline of my heart within words of a love letter
I love you. Point blank period.
Through missing girls, bomb blasts and Nigeria’s uncertainty
This I’m certain of.
I just need to know if you’re feeling me.
Are you feeling me, love?
Excerpt from “Me. A Story Of Love In Rhyme”.
Can she tell you how lonely she’s been?
Those nights of wishing you didn’t leave;
Days of pulling out her hair, destroying her weave,
Those same braids you paid for, but only after writing her ‘please’
Can she share how cold its been?
Explain how her pillow replaced you between her thighs,
How screams of freed passion have become deep and trapped sighs,
How something soft and cold at warm and strong now tries?
How she uses your messages to identify male lies?
Can she use make-up to explain a break-up?
How her tears play the role of facial cleanser,
How her lip gloss tastes sour without your kiss?
How you stripped away your loving foundation, left her nothing to build on,
And oh! How she smells, fear is now her roll-on?
I understand you, its not your fault too,
It was something that wasn’t like before and that scared you
You should have told her how you felt but sometimes words won’t do,
So you left, all torn inside cos you thought it was best
Meanwhile, you were nothing but a victim of fear
She might not want you back but at least talk to her,
Don’t allow fear keep you trapped, get it out of your mind,
Better make corrections now while there’s still time,
I know so much because the face you see in the mirror is mine.