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…