A Rainy Night in a Nigerian City

Strange ‘tis,

Walking in the rain

The path to your home

Headlights behind you.

Bent poles, dangling cables–

A myriad of carelessness.

The darkness, the wetness–

You are almost in the ditch.

Wailing hawkers, haggling b

Tales by Moonlight

I remember how we

Used to long for such nights.

Under the starry dark night, sat we

On leather skins and raffia mats

Cuddling our breasts with robed arms

Fondling the warmth enveloped

In our protruding bellies.

We had moments earlier

Stood up from a stumptous meal

Of amala married with a

Steamy bitter-leaf infested egusi sauce.

Testimonies

I remember those times

When darkness crept upon me

Like a midnight adulteress.

Haunting shadows of my worries

And my burdens?

Too heavy for me to bear.

I was pregnant with despair

Trotting heavily along,

Gasping for the day –

Heart - to - Heart

Infatuation is instant desire
‘Tis one set of glands calling to another.
Love: friendship that has caught fire
Takes root and grows – one day at a time. 


Infatuation has the mark of insecurity
Excitement eagerness, no genuine happiness
Nagging doubts, unanswered questions
Little bits and pieces of your victim
Would just as soon not examine closely