UNRIGHTEOUS OLIVER TWIST

My eyes made her a meal
Which I ate behind the curtains
With the cutlery with my thighs
Her honey pot cured my appetite
And also caught my drift
One wrong trust and gone is that Saint
All help me welcome my proselyte
A freshman into the kingdom of sheets
My unholy convert, counting yet sinking
Chained to her conquest, sinking in her sheets
She's now a glutton of the bed
... The Unrighteous Oliver Twist

BURNT OFFERING

For their beliefs, there will be a deceased
Playing the shofar and also the flute
Its a contest to win the Creator
Your back staring at their holy book
Steals the nap of their holy volcano
But their tongues remain 'HOLY'

They love the Creator but burn his Creations
Provoke a dragon but question not their holy route
Else you shall meet your ancestors
HE is Love, Peaceful and Holy
But for Him, the line is drawn
And the war begins

Rehearsals of Armageddon they enact
The swords are naked, the laws are broken
Yet they are 'HOLY'
Perceive the aroma of their love, no taste
Its stuck on their tongues, no deeds
After worship its war time

One looks East the other looks Up
Re christen him as ownership seal
They mind not to pull the sword if you question their 'God'
Their holiness is hot, so test it not
Its a war to own the Creator
See them in spotless garments
Only them know the truth, anything but the Truth
So help them God

UNHOLY DÉ JAVU

Angel Gabriel flying around without wings
His sole through that door, her compass is lost
... He's got a message for Mary
Her exhorts her to the holy chamber
For a worship behind closed doors
In the sacred altar of the bed
His message is delivered
After the massage Virgin Mary is heavy
Now the sheets are stained and changed
After the hormonal worship
The spirit of marternity is come upon her
The 9 month course she begins
After the message in the sheets
Lo! A new member we await
Or is that Saviour No.2
Oh Gabriel, Angel or Brother
Holy is his face but not his deeds
... Virgin Mary, blessed are you amongst women
Buh who's the fruit of your womb?

UNRIPE TRANSACTION

Before I am 15 Papa has a new buyer
And Mama cannot halla
Because She sees a way out of suffer
I want some wooing from the boys
Still hang out with Amaka and Kafaya
Not some sale to an Uncle or GrandPa
Papa just stole my ‘HAPPILY EVER AFTER’

My YES or NO is off the table
As they erase my Wig and Gown
Peel off my Stethoscope and Syringe
Suddenly there’s a price on my pot
And they care not if I am hurt
How have I sinned against the gods?
That they watch this evil befall me

My unripe nectar already attracts prices
On my first or second paragraph comes their fullstop
Let the egg hatch before you want its yoke
Let the fruit be ripe before you dream its juice
Let the pot be ready before you seek its sauce
A little more, still needs Mama’s nurture
Please put me not through this torture

I hear voices in ‘The House’ shouting AYES and NAYS
To make me the article that satisfies their ways
To go in now would cause me great hurt
But this, they care not
These Vultures are now bold
My heart is heavy n cold
These big hands salivating for my small pot
Would pay any price to take me up North

Child to Bride, Gurl to Mother?!
That’s a big jump
If too little to hold a ballot paper
Why not little to wear your ring?
Allow me my tenure in the cradle
You that snatcheth of it
I’m not ripe for the aisle or your bed
I’m an immature street, you can’t come in now

I’m just a kid, not yet time to bleed
A lot of Mama’s care I still need
Papa and buyer show me some understanding
I have ripe sisters and there’s a roaster
They all before me, the tail of the row
So why ignore the queue
And disturb my cradle

Who do I run to, Who do I call on
When buyer is happy to pay
And Papa grateful to collect
And the AYES had it in ‘The House’
Father Lord I pray this Cup over me pass
Because I’m just a lass, still unripe is my ass
I pray this be a dream to wake up from
If this be some joke can it stop now
I am a Child not Bride; Girl not Mother

A lil scribble from a word artist…

DADDY NO!

Earlier on, in my unripe years

Together we jumped and played
His arms were my wall of security
Time and time uncountable
I fell to sleep in his arms
He calls me his little treasure
He is mummy’s sweetheart
And the only hero Junior knows
As age changed me, my night too has changed
As the door knob creaks
My heart begins to race
Much faster than a Bugatti Veron
A big figure creeps in
And the face very familiar
He inches closer and closer
To my corner of slumber
And I plead in whispers…
DADDY NO, DADDY NO

Daddy is my Protector in the day
Buh upon the night, I fear what he becomes
As his shadow reaches my door
My sweet dreams evaporate
And my nightmare awakens
My heart begins to race.
At a world record pace
I cry and sob, still pleading
DADDY NO! DADDY NO!
But Daddy heeds not
Now I’m Daddy’s secret supper
Like an Eagle he descends
DADDY NO! DADDY NO!
But Daddy enters again
Taking me to hell as he enters heaven
DADDY NO! DADDY NO!
But Daddy comes again
DADDY NO! DADDY NO!
But daddy has to reach the clouds
Like saw against wood
Daddy enters me asunder
DADDY NO! DADDY NO!
DADDY NO! DADDY NO!
But Daddy is in Heaven
When my night tale I relate
Mummy and Junior call me mad
The Neighbors see me confused
My tender temple dreads nightfall
Because Daddy surely walks in
My cry always and night void of sweet dreams
Because Daddy always walks in

A lil scribble from a word artist…

THIS STRANGE SYNDROME

Mummy taught me all there is
Domestics, The Kitchen, Academics even Puberty
So what then is this
From where these butterflies in ma tummy
Why is my inside this funny
Mummy what’s happening to me

My Heart, my Mind
Seem to obey this fellow
Passing me, he makes want to follow
What be the strange new pull
Surely strange yet sweet
Mummy what happening to me

Somehow my Heart’s got a new boss
Chills down my spine, Goose bumps over me
Its like a drop of Heaven in me
What be this cold heat
Surely strange yet sweet

A dice in it should I take
Or for my life run
His shadow around my corner
Commissions a sugar refinery in me
What be this strange drama within me

How does he do this to me
Who is he, What are his powers
Without my permission
He’s a constant figure in my head
And the main subject of my Dreams

A glimpse of his face and my heart begins to race
Why on him is my heart kin
How come he makes my head spin
Just voice and a wink
My knees suddenly are weak

Why these strange surging signals
Is my Heart malfunctioning
Is this a new sickness
How come the pace of my heart he dictates
My focus he now owns
Mummy what’s happening to me

Mummy what’s happening to me
This syndrome I love and fear
Because in it I ain’t schooled
Despite me, it pulls me
If it were good Mummy would have said
But my heart gives me the nod
Who will save me from this betwixt

…A lil scribble from a Word Artist!

I AM A POET

I am of a breed very rare

Far more than the Polar Bear

But I hold more than the Pandora’s

I am like water

Without feet, yet reaches the Earth’s end

Knows locked secret places without a Compass

Without hands yet beat Rocks to pieces

My skill and Art is beyond you

So do not name it my friend

With the gift of gods and men

And the prowess of Angels am I endowed

Yet just a man

Buh equal me not to my peers

With my tongue and pen

I can make an Emperor cry

Have a dance with an Anaconda

Turn an Army into Dancers

Create another Atlantic in the Sahara

Paint a Masterpiece with the Colors of the wind

Make a Dragon sing

Yet just a Man

But not with a contemporary

With my tongue and pen

I can rock a hive of bee to slumber

I can make a rock smile

Command to halt a Tsunami

Wed a Lion and Antelope

Bring Warriors to their knees

Wake from sleep a Cementary

Fetch the Pacific in a cup

Yet just a Man

But with my tongue and pen

Another I am, simple yet invincible

Neither Celestial not Extra-Terrestrial

Not a god nor an Angel

Yet not your contemporary

I am just a Man, A man with a gift

I AM A POET

…A lil scribble from a W

TO THE WINDS

...Before the ring I was summoned
After Junior explored her caves
Gate crashed through a missing gate
I came in to see no altar
In a broken calabash was my landing
Behind the curtains they called
Before the sun its my shadow alone
The simple archer let me to space
The bow showed me no direction
I came to attend Love’s funeral
I am another kilo to this careless son
Now unripe mama has an egg to hatch
I sit and watch the children play
Steal a glance of a family pray
… But my mother still needs a mother
And my father still has to play.

KING OF THE PALOR

KING OF THE PALOR
Meet the Iroko reigning among shrubs
The king of all bottles he is

And slave of its content

He is a patron of the palour
A prisoner of its substance
In the parlour the duel begins
Bottles are falling, the man is sinking
Many bottles are conquered then in the gutter he reigns
His mouth is full but brain empty

Men become like trees when he is full
As bottles fall his sorrows are gone
But at dawn, seated by his door
Now Man and Bottle daily wrestle
Oh green bottle, please free this straying lad
And you, stray no more to that parlour
Forsake the bottle and know freedom
But NO! He’s always in control
While sinking he’s still in control

I am a common river, a simple liquid
But doubt not my great skill
Thy Brothers, Uncles and Fathers
Are in my palm as toys
Of your great men I have made muppets
After some cups in my lagger night
Their beds I make in the gutter
Just a taste and they go to waste
I’m at work to cause great mock
But he is always in control

I whisper Adieu to the Man in that boy
To the patron of that Parlour
Drinking and drowning, Drinking and drowning
I whisper Adieu to the casualty of the bottle
Caged in this refreshing quicksand
I have become a devoted mourner
For the million men in her bossom
But they are always in control
Even while sinking, still in control