Monday, December 14, 2009

The name they call me

What name do they call me?
If there were words to describe me aptly
What words would they be?
Loner;
Anger;
Deep within I wonder
But I sigh because I truly have no answer
Even I have no clue
To what I AM AFTER
All I know is like a romantic fool I long for happily
Ever after
IMPOSSIBLE
The dark voice says shrieking with laughter

What name does she call me?
Difficult;
Cruel;
Lol……..One or all of these names might be the truth
I roam the earth,
My world, searching for an uncertain truth
What does it matter what they call me?
Their opinions don’t matter
What matters is me!
What I feel about myself
What I feel about me

What name does he call me?
Sin;
Disobedient;
He knows I am this and more
AND YET! He still loves me

What the night brought

What the night brought

It was nine hours ago
It seems like a whole lifetime
Has vanished
I have traveled forward in time
Gotten to a place
Where I have been
Washed away by the rain
Every little tick of the clock brought pain
When she who I felt was my world went away
As I signed out of yahoo messenger
I felt a part of my heart had been ripped away

Then a text came my way
It gave me a number on a day I’ll like to call
One merry O’le day
I called and 48 hours to the date
My life changed
Her voice was rich and sultry
The kind of voice that makes my heart skip
A couple of beats
Drives up the HEAT
In every single part of me
Then for reasons I couldn’t explain
I was no longer alone
I laughed in a way I haven’t laughed in weeks
The funny part was
I was harder than I had ever been
Haunted by images
Drawn by the words we speak
Out and in
Head on and across
Gyrations right to left, up and down
Hot and cold….
Wet and wild….throbbing and hard
With the hope that perhaps
She might just be mine



Sunday, November 1, 2009

Arrival of the King....and my missing rib.

I look to the hills
In the distance i hear the drum beats
Mayhaps it signals the arrival of a king
Which king? I wonder...
THE KING!
A voice thunders ar me
I fall to my knees
My eyes still on the hills
Waiting for whatever comes
Even if it eventually kills me

Someone slides to her knees
Directly beside me
Her eyes too are fixed
On the hills
I can practically hear and see
The Prayer
On her full pink lips

Together we face what will carve our niche
Shape our destiny
Even as we listen to the heavy drum beats
Her features are unclear and unfocused to me
The meaning does little to escape me
Of everyone i have met thus far
None fits the bill
Hers is a face my future self longs to see
Because she alone will stand by the past which is
Me

Saturday, October 31, 2009

New Divide

The artistic strokes bring the painting to life
With his creativity he has crossed the New Divide
Brought light
To Darkness
Peace to strife
A feeling akin to what God did
When he created life
Even as i write
I feel humbled by the knowledge
That i do right in his eyes

The painter and I
We feel the touch of the divide
He alone gives us the inspiration
To make hope out of the emptiness
Most people call life
All people, of all nations connected to his light
We are the NEW DIVIDE
The sons of God who are to manifest
His Light

Each stroke, each word
Written or painted
Expresses new loves
A new force
A NEW DAWN!
A NEW ONE
The Manifestation of God's son
Because of him I am REBORN

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Toyin

Her skin is light
Almost milky
Sleek to the touch
Her palms so soft
Her lips ruby red
Her eyes blazing, searing
Like two flaming torches
Toyin, Toyin
I AM LOST!

Your beauty
Drives every thought
from my insides
You look over my shouder
My eyes are fixed on the stars
You circle around
Determined to catch my eyes
Your mouth widens into a magnificently
Sensual smile
I feel your hands trace a line
Slowly down my spine
I open my eyes
Now we both smile
My heart beats at the speed of light
You reach over and touch my cheek
I feel weak.... Sweat pools on my skin
Then my phone rings and I sigh with relief

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Konga - The Beginning

The First two chapters of my new book coming out very soon





Chapter One
There was a decrepit looking hut in a small clearing in the middle of a large dark forest. A small reed thin man clothed in a black Dangodo with one ado ato tied on each shoulder stood before an eerie looking altar with another tall stately looking man in front of him, a messenger from the King. The sound of thunder and falling raindrops rumbled outside the small hut. Inside the hut was dark and dank smelling, the only source of light came from the altar which exuded a bluish neon glow.
“What do you see, old Witch Doctor?” The tall messenger said with a low growl.
“Ayomide you will never change.” The Ifa priest said with a chuckle.
“I wonder why his Lordship bothers to send for you in the first place. It’s painfully obvious you have no patience for the emissary of the gods.”
“Spare me your lectures, Witch Doctor, or do you plan to curse me for my unbelief? My Lord knows I have little patience for all his orishas and herbalists. I see them as a pitiful waste of valuable time. Fast and decisive actions have always been the solution to the world’s problems and I have told his majesty several times before.” Ayomide the messenger shot back.
“The gods may yet punish you for your unbelief. You blaspheme in the house of the IFA!!! You surely deserve to be struck down.” The Ifa priest said his face hardening.
“Oh, I quiver in fear! Say your piece old man so that I can be gone from this slime pit and most importantly… So that I can be gone from you!” Ayomide snarled
“The message the gods give is that evil approaches on the horizon. But this evil is not from the quarters the king expects.” The priest said with a deep sigh.
“You speak in riddles, old man!!!”
“That I may do Ayomide, but what I tell you is that which I have heard from the mouths of the gods themselves. The vibrations from the outer realm do not bode any good will.”
“You confuse one, old conjuror. Speak in words I can understand.”
“There is dissention amongst the gods, one of the slaves or should we say servants of the great Ifa has turned against the almighty.”
“What has a coup in the other realm have to do with what’s happening in this kingdom?”
“Heard not you have of Eshu?”
“No!” Ayomide replied shaking his head.
“The god of mischief, he has been cast down amongst us. Ifa warns that he walks the earth amongst us and in time he will raise a man and an army who will challenge the king’s rule and if care is not taken, the mighty city of Ife might be laid to waste and in ruins.”
“That seems a bit far fetched, old conjuror.” Ayomide said with a derisive snort, though a slight tremor went through his limbs as he said this.
“You would do well to heed my words and try to convince his Majesty of the seriousness of the situation.” The Ifa priest said in a cold voice.
A heavy silence pervaded the inside of the dark hut.


Chapter Two
Ife. . .
Oba Abiodun Babatunde was a tall powerful looking man with long limbs and skin the color of tar. He was dressed in a long flowing sky blue agbada. In his right hand he held a white horse tail. He sat on a tall wooden mahogany throne which was covered with animal skins. He was surrounded by five members of his council including Ayomide his messenger
“So that is the message from Ifa, Ayomide?” Oba Abiodun asked, his voice rich, deep and powerful.
“I say it as it was spoken your majesty.” Ayomide answered bowing.
“Eshu! I have heard of him but it has been many moons since his name was last spoken amongst us.” said Ogunmolade, a short squat man with a portly belly and dressed in a white silk agbada. He was also the oldest member of the council.
“Do you think this tale can be true? That we are to worry less about our common enemies… that the enemy we have to fear is from within?” Abere Ifa, another council member, asked.
“Ifa has never lied and everything it has ever practiced or spoken of has been the truth.” Oba Abiodun said with a weary sigh.
Ayomide snorted.
Oba Abiodun turned sharply to face Ayomide a hard frown on his face. “Do you have something you wish to share with us, Ayomide?” He asked frostily.
“No my Lord. You are well aware on my feelings on this subject.” Ayomide said quietly, falling on his knees.
“Then your complete silence from here on would be required.” The King snapped his voice going even colder.
“Yes my LORD!” Ayomide replied quietly.
“So… how do we proceed, my Lord?” Ogunsakin asked. He was one of the lower council members.
“We shall have spies sent to every area in the kingdom. They will be our eyes and ears for any strange happenings that occur. This should allow us to have ample time to quell any uprising.” Oba Abiodun replied.
There were several loud murmurs of agreement from every man present except Ogunmolade and Ayomide.
“But your majesty, shouldn’t we inform your chiefs about what is happening? What Ifa has foretold?” Ogunmolade asked.
“No Ogunmolade!!! Our best option will be to proceed in secrecy. Some of my chiefs may be part of this plan. I trust no one. We shall let events slowly unfold.” The Oba replied.
Loud murmurs of agreement greet this pronouncement. Ayomide kept his peace this time.

Later that Night. . .
Underneath a darkened groove beneath a thick cluster of plantain trees on the outskirts of the kingdom, two men in long dark robes meet; their faces in hoods, hidden.
“Have you heard about the prophesy?” The first man asked
“It’s true! Eshu is amongst us. I feel like leaping for joy.” The second replied.
“And you swear on Ogun that you speak the truth and this news was given at the council meeting earlier today?” the first man asked.
“I speak the truth. That buffoon Ayomide brought back the news from Ifa yesterday night. The king summoned a meeting of the council immediately Ayomide briefed him.” The second man replied.
“Yes, what we have been waiting for so long. After Sango’s demise, and Babatunde’s rise to the throne, this kingdom has gone to the dogs! It just shows that my family’s loyalty to the other powers that control this world has not been in vain after all.” The first man said with a satisfied sigh.
“You mean! Your supplications, your prayers… Does it have something to do with Eshu’s coming?” the second man asked in a surprised tone.
“Hush up! Nkan ti oju o ri enu o ni so! You will know more as my plans and the plans of Eshu unfold. For now be patient. Keep on performing your duties as an active member of the council and if anything new crops up, you let me know. Is that understood?” The first man said, the threat implied subtly.
“Yes.” The second man answered quietly.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

G.I. Joe, District 9 and Inglorious Basterds

Saw the three movies recently and by the time i finished it was kinda with mixed feelings.
District 9 wasn't what i expected at all. A very good movie with a modest budget and STILL it put a whole lotta these big hollywood blockbusters to shame. Big spending but with no content...
My only grieviance against the movie was the constant attacks it kept making to Nigerians as whole. We all know Nigeria has some problems but that doesn't mean you should base every bad thing that happens in the movie to the Nigerians who were a little better than barbarians in that movie which is wrong...
G.I. Joe hmnnnnnnnn.... A bit silly for my taste. Don't get me wrong it has good visuals and very nice action sequences but the story is weak and full of plot holes. I'd rate it a C.
Inglorious Basterds. lol............A hit! Tarantino has done it again. Nuff said

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Mirrors

In your eyes I saw fulfilment
I saw completion...
And in that same vein
I saw aloneness...
I tasted hurting
And this hurt showed me ...
Took me places
That Hell on Earth would be preferable to the darkness u showed me
With one word or was it two u almost destroyed me
Then u rebuilt me
Light and Darkness u brought to me

There are days i look into a hall of mirrors
And i ask one and the same question
As if i search for the ultimate lesson
To one of life's most bitter questions
Mirror Mirror...On the wall
Tell me will this love be rekindled and reborn
The Answer that comes takes me to a place am not sure I belong
Singing my age old song

I remember her words
I remember your words
I will be with you till the end comes
But promises as they were are so easily broken
I make a call
Cos i long for your voice...
It connects and I hear no voice
What I hear ......
Drives a shiver up my spine
Draws my heartbeat out of line
I am dipped into a recline
I listen for two long minutes
From start to finish
I hear heavy breathing
Sighs of passion....
A wretched unforgiving
And this is the love I have been living
But why speak of it....
She will only deny it
I chose to forget it.....
Mirror mirror
It seems the quest has just begun

Friday, September 11, 2009

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Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Mirage

She sleeps.... I watch each breath as she takes it....Slowly, the sight sensual. Her pouty lips slightly parted in sleep. I feel a heat run through my body in a place
I should have no feeling
I should feel something,anything but this
I fight it down because it will spoil this tender moment
Almost ethereal in its bliss
She turns,yawns...
I wait...My breath bated
But...
With a sigh,once more she sleeps
I sigh with relief
But with something akin to disappointment
As a part of me wished she had awoken to see
The love shinning out of the depths of me
As i looked upon her perfect beauty
Her lips soft and pliant almost begging to be kissed
Slowly i lick my lips
Her eyes flutter almost as if she senses it
With another exquisite sigh her eyes flutter open and i look into her hazel eyes
Then she smiles
This is my undoing and i reach down to take what's mine..

My eyes open...From darkness to light
And i realize what will complete me is not yet by my side

Mirage

She sleeps.... I watch each breath as she takes it....Slowly, the sight sensual. Her pouty lips slightly parted in sleep. I feel a heat run through my body in a place
I should have no feeling
I should feel something,anything but this
I fight it down because it will spoil this tender moment
Almost ethereal in its bliss
She turns,yawns...
I wait...My breath bated
But...
With a sigh,once more she sleeps
I sigh with relief
But with something akin to disappointment
As a part of me wished she had awoken to see
The love shinning out of the depths of me
As i looked upon her perfect beauty
Her lips soft and pliant almost begging to be kissed
Slowly i lick my lips
Her eyes flutter almost as if she senses it
With another exquisite sigh her eyes flutter open and i look into her hazel eyes
Then she smiles
This is my undoing and i reach down to take what's mine..

My eyes open...From darkness to light
And i realize what will complete me is not yet by my side