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I’m at that age Where my bones hurt more than my heart Or is it vice-versa? Why dwell on that, I’m living life playing my part I’m at that age Where my clock runs… slower than theirs Them I see whizzing by With furrowed brows,…

Capture moments in the eyes Store memories in the heart The sound of laughter never fades away The glimpse of a smile never dissolves In our hearts, we carry it along With the hope they last long!

There’s an invisible enemy hanging in the air some say it’s from Wuhan in China, over there. It doesn’t really matter now. They say it’s here to stay.   Wear a mask. Wear a mask. Wear a mask.   Some folks have conjured up stories, …

Two little birds rested on their perch The first one asked, “Who do we answer to? Do we answer to the heavens, to the sun and moon above? To the stars and the inky blackness of the night that envelopes us in cooling comfort To…

I don’t know what’s worse That I finally gave in and believed Or that you promised you’d stay Only to turn around and leave. I guess it doesn’t matter, anymore Except I’m here, and you’re not Surrounded by our broken dreams Once so full of…

The problem with having a rule that you have to be positive Is that forced positivity Can lead you – to use the pejorative – To feeling a bit shitty When your fake full-beam smile is dull in comparison To ‘insprational-quote’ Maddison.   Because deep…

September 19 is coming. Confusion lying in wait At the polling units. PDP, APC, no difference. Just same men changing parties. F*cking government.   What do I do on that day?   They claim they are not like the others. But were tutored by the…

I like my poems short and sweet reading or writing, I prefer to be brief. Some go on and on without relief words flow, I yawn and off goes the beat! But I do not wail or suffer in grief Read them in full and…

Eyes open Counting the hours Hot flash Mental whiplash Grating nerves My heart is going to pop.   (When the kids go away, my mind begins to fray)   Was it because their father left me? Or because he tried to die? Is it because…