Dear Old Hope

I was safe in the embrace of fear I thought, As pines pricked and slimy branches choked Spilling blood for remission, Distorted salvation! In the mist of illusion, a known pain is better than an unknown. But you see Hope; The match of faith just wouldn't stay still, With one yea, it lits! Engulfed in …

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Gossip’s Lantern.

Flip! Flop!! Grandma's rhythm, An angry doorbell screaming; Callers of patience running scarce. Aunt Freda; Gossip's lantern, Everything is hers to chew. She steps in with a bag full of news, Are they true? Can you prove? Try if you may, to a naught would be your end, The best place to be Is out …

Finding Life’s Map

I wrote this in Kaduna last year and never got to post it. Plan B is working, would write about that when I can. Enjoy.

Hope Lives Here.

Some growth we barely see But they be. Roots carving through rocks Born from liquid strength, An eruption to an end But what end? An end is a start if I’m asked. Does Earth leave void? A finish without a beginning? Or a beginning without a finish with a new beginning? Tell me! This hope …

Parable!

Parable! Parable! Sow on fertile it says, But Desert I see. Can I say more? Can I harvest here? Quick sand! Quick sand! Dynamite?Who cares! I do sometimes no pretence, But listen child, even in an arid Desert Oasis exist. ©LifeasChristy . . "I always search for the Hope in seemingly Hopeless situations however hard, …

Silence

Silence kills? Kills the negative I would say. Flip the rug and let them in, Intense as it may be. Breathe in;Leave it You would live after it I promise. Counter-clockwise? Why does West sway When North breathes East I asked Pressure I would say, We connect by a thread. So, keep in check the …

The Fourth in the Fire.

You are about me Like vast vegetation surrounds a mountain, Your love envelopes me like clouds envelopes Karshi hills. I am engulfed but not scorched, With barefoot I draw near. I am diving in, At the end is where it starts, From death was where life sprang, I perish? I perish. But like always You …

To Father.

When life's pendulum lingers near With it's churning waves rattling my sail, It's thorn and edges Scaring my view, When my compass fail And I lose sight of the shore. Show me thy star, Be my guide. When my sun loses heat And photosynthesis deems me unfit, When my eyes grow dim And I lose …

Where I come from

I am from that part of Africa where ancestors come back from time to time, Where children may be parents and parents parents parent; Where Iyabo's, Tatyum's, Kayum's, Nnanna's and Enem's reign. Sometimes they come bearing their names so they are never forgotten, like Onma, my Mother's Mother. Gender is not a thing; my sister …

Becoming a Be

A daily grind, a daily push Go lower, shovel in, twist and turn Hurry up, the seasons turn Dress up, feign the fun, Fake till you blend, To be is all that matters. Theater one or two? We choose the best to prove. All actors on stage, Do till you outdo, At the end it's …

Umbrellas? Not for my Mum.

Umbrellas were never meant for my mum. For as long as I can remember if she took them out, they never followed her back home. Last Tuesday I left Aunty Fola's place at Asokoro with four (4) umbrellas my mum left there on previous visits. Aunty Fola sold baking things and she was my mums …

A weakness

I have a weakness for writers, They breathe life into words, Capturing moments, fueling your wants Leaving you in awe As you lay, panting for more. I have a weakness for photographers too, They make time stand still And hold a million stories in their frame, They unveil histories And give memory a face. I …