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 … Continue reading Hope Lives Here.
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, … Continue reading Parable!
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 … Continue reading Silence
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 … Continue reading The Fourth in the Fire.
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 … Continue reading To Father.
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 … Continue reading Where I come from
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 … Continue reading Becoming a Be
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 … Continue reading Umbrellas? Not for my Mum.
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 … Continue reading A weakness
It was a September, a normal September evening like any other. Kids were back from school and parents from work, dinner was in progress as stories rolled in with loud laughter filling the air. It was a September where life was going well with no sign of impending doom. So when the news of how … Continue reading Dark September
Once every three months I feel its waves, Like a flood is in its wake; A tsunami Wrecking my reasoning Tossing caution to the wind. Once every three months I feel its heat, Like fire and breeze I bask in its Sun. My senses renew speed, Colours seem more coloured As I become antigravity. Once … Continue reading Once every three months
My dear Wordsmith Break this barrier of silence, Let your utterance spring life. Tell me our story, The future your mind creates, The mysteries we would unravel, Lands that would make Columbus marvel. Tell me about touches; Touches that untangles answers And awakens ambers, Moments that unveils clarity And dispels obscurity. My dear Wordsmith, Put … Continue reading Wordsmith