UNICORN

She has beautiful horns,

She is well adorned,

Her heart is white,

As day light is bright,

She takes delight,

In giving her widows mite,

She pays her tithe,

And never starts a fight,

She speaks softly,

She is hardly naughty,

She calms others fear,

And prays heaven near,

When times are tough,

She plays rough,

And helps others out,

She’s no tout,

Hardly pouts,

Yet, she stands out,

Her grace,

Her pace,

could teach queens how to Mate,

& dissipate hate,

Clean slates,

And integrate plays,

Some young hunter,

Wants her,

He pursues her,

He walks after her,

I hear her laughter, 

Miss sought after,

I wish her happily ever after

But in this world matters 

Who knows what’s after?

She could easily become a laughing matter,

I pray,

She stays pure,

And we all remain in awe for the unicorn!

lost ones

SISI (1994)
she was called by all
she never appalled
anyone
or had balls
 but she helped all
she awed my dad
and she was my great aunt
TONENE(2011)
soft spoken,
never shaken
determined, envied
she relied on no one
though they owed her
a friend,
men bestowed her princess
gone so soon
MY CRUSH (2001)
I never knew your name,
you made me blush
100 level
i would go through dear devils,
 to catch a glimpse of you
fever took you,
i wore black for you
and mourned you,
i could have loved you
but i never knew you,
or you me,
SISI,TONENE,MY CRUSH
your all gone,
so long,
young or old
your all gone too soon!
goodbye, rest in peace.

NIGHT TERRORS!!!

My fear,

Has caused me great tears,

My late night tears,

Have led mother to seek many seers,

I have tried to hide you fear,

You sneak up on me

Like a nasty cut from a shear,

I stay clear of fast cars

Wild bars,

Nasty jeers,

Yet, I still fear,

Once, I took a couple of beers

To keep me out fears

Instead when the time came,

I screamed like a little chick in a horror flicks

Last night

I trembled

Because I heard walls tremble

Thump, thump, thump

I trembled,

I mumbled 

and,

Trembled still

Till I heard

"He that dwelleth in the secret place 

Of the Most High shall abide

 Under the shadow of the Almighty".

How mighty is the almighty?

That I should fear

the weary eyes of the night time?

or what lies beneath mischiefs tie?

the sighs and the dreamy eyes

I must stay clear of wrongs

so my God can vindicate me of all wrongs

& Release wrought

How mighty is the mighty?

That I should fear?

So, listen here?

I abide, I won’t lie

Best lie away,

u deceiver,

im no longer a receiver,

I abide,

I will not lie, I abide.

Monday

I get up with great haste

As they say “make hay when the sun shines"

I leave nothing at bay

I hurry as my feet may

I get to my duty post

Wee hours before most

Not for the love of the job

But to beat the odds

I do my daily rituals

Say "hey to Abba, father"

The rest of the day

Comes about somewhat may

I do not pray 

For the same things

But I await change

So I may say "ah, at last!"

For some day in May

When I will awake to the sound of Minnniemay's cry

I will feed her, till she’s weary eyed

With her diet met

I will get set

To meet my clientele

My staff would greet me

"Mrs. P...the clients wait"

With the same efficiency

And speed

I feed Minnniemay

I will attend to my clients

As I may

Till the very last one

Is gone

When all is done

I will ensure

There’s no stone unturned

In that day,

Someday,

 My Monday

Will be much more.

my leprechaun

he doesn't have horns,

or roam around,
neither does he cause mischief,
gold he stores,
at no rainbows end,
and work he does,
not a cobblers chores,
but as one with greater odds,
 no small man is he
neither old or a young gun,
 hes a score
plus ten,
but many men
around this age
seem like boys
or some toys
hes built to fit
he smiles , he has allies,
he has style,
only in his eyes,
all man he is
this im sure,
for i have seen this
 for sure( i smile),
hes more than just another
bore,
hes more like a tour
no dull moments
to the extent
sometimes i wish
 he had some horns
for some bella's
 make me consider war
his fellas love him
the bella's adore him
even i  want some more,
he up and swift
as he sweeps me off  my feet ,
i deem him fit,
 to wear the crown ,
but like a clown
he owns no frown
now im on my own
wondering how
 to bag this clown
i speak to him
with my gentle frown
tell him tales
about my million sails
i see him ail
yet he wont stop
he tops my smile
time and time
hes more a man than
most  i know
he saves lives & yet pays the rent
he wont relent to help a friend
his only crime
is the love of life
we both embrace
i toss and turn
i watch his gaze
as i roll on
i fear the morn
that he may be gone
i stretch and yawn...
as the dawn comes
i open an eye and
here he is smiling eye to eye
aye , aye,
the fairy tale at last
lets have some ale
victory at last.

in between two worlds....

Some may know this and others may not, I was born in a middle class family of four kids, a father who had the governments permission to travel the world with us. so I attended kindergarten and British international school ,I learnt how to use a computer in year 1(  10 green bottles standing on the wall) so I learnt how to use cutlery by age six , how to sit still , be soft spoken and to courtesy ( I’m not sure of the spelling) I learnt manners. At some point we returned to Nigeria and I entered the public school system and I was picked upon for the very things I should be proud of. my first kind deed was buying a drawing book for a girl living with her aunt instead she reported me to the teacher and she accused me of being  a thief without no jury I was flogged till I screamed "ask my dad ,who at the time approached the school to answer a query on my other siblings" .am I spoilt ?  I object to that because public schools taught me how to scrub and clean at the drop of a hat. Fragile I was that didn’t deter them infact it seems to steer them on. I’m humbled at the fact that somehow I’m still intact that means the few good hearts had an impact. My university days I tried to blend and fit in with the crowd but I didn’t know how, I stuck to a boy and learnt how to be one, honestly I figured this one out recently infact. I like the girls with the frills and the frock and their sweet disposition, their secrets and all but I have tried to deny and be like all but I end up clumsy and hurt. I am me, proud, blunt and sometimes uncut but I exhibit finesse to impress a French man when I desire, I can speak in fluent English language and I love to dress like a fashionista but still I think I make Jackie Kennedy Onassis proud. This is me between both worlds ,like it or not this is me.

FRIEND in all AIRS

We spend an awful amount of time together,
we wine and dine,
we needn't spend a dime
but we spend, sometime mine
other times thine
are we friends by chance
or at this instance are present circumstances
drawing  us near?
sometimes i fear,
i wonder
whats going through her mind
as we dine
those long lost looks
and sour words like im not in the mood
fear me
im no wood,
as i should  or could
 i listen to her,
i try to pry into her
be there for her
but somehow we are
yet where we always are
wining and dinning
smiling as people pass by
we have style and charm
somehow we attract stares
 but i need more than one
to go with to fancy affairs
i need someone who can clear the air and be a friend in all airs.

forgiveness

so many times 
i have tried to understand the why's
and dot my I's
reduce my sighs 
but who am i  kidding?
as long as people wear neck ties
its easier to severe ties 
than mend ties
its easier to tell lies
than amend our style
i'm tired of being easy
doing things because its been done
taking shit 
and giving heat
i want to meditate
with great haste
and  i want a clean slate
an opportunity to reverse the hate
i want to set dates
and bring out fancy plates
without fear
that no one would be there
i want to love being here
and i want to be held dear
its time to forgive
its time to live and let others live.

POLITICS

Politics ticks and tocks

Like an old clock

I believe her female

Because like an old whore 

She’s bore so many un holy young ones

adversity, mischief, lies & strife

they lie in bed with her

at their age

they own no home

but roam alone to atone mom
but we know this brood
abeg, im not in the mood,

politics, you desire to be pretty

with all the makeup on

you’re still a whore

you answer to any man

and do as they demand

I’m sorry for the man who finds you to adore

in you he finds his pit

his  misery

his intentions to be neat will be soiled

with your sheets

your children will dye it in bleach 

so to create a niche
yet no neat man

can stand your demands

at least not know in Africa

you require blood baths

bombs and armor trucks

to enforce your demands 

what kind of reprimands do you give to one 

who desires to flee you?

death or poverty ?option to retire in seclusion

name calling and jail terms?

am I wrong to call you politics or are you

NIGERIAN POLITICS? 

ahaa, I see ,

you’re more familiar to me,

wow, I see, 

yesterday, I saw you on TV,

today your rampaging Abuja streets,

what peace treats can we give you ? 

that you rest in peace now?
miss Nigerian politics
be warned , change your ways,
if not one day there will be no one to mourn your way,
on that day , Mrs democracy will ascend the throne
and be crowned first lady
till the n keep dating us Miss Nigerian politics
but we know, her day will come.

is it a scam?

I sit here wondering if I should trust him it’s been years since I last saw him, we were more of magnets than friends( there was a constant attraction to each other) never going any where... I wouldn’t let it! How could I? I was a lot younger then and the reasons why I should not seem to outweigh why I should. Let’s be honest (smiling) rather if I’m to be honest i  wasn’t sure he would fit the bill. He was annoyingly proud & now I realize all men are. Expecting me to submit is like wishing for manna in this jet age at the time . I did what I always do; I ran from the scenario and placed enough doubts that it would take a minister to revive this one. (  he’s here after four years) alive and well and he still wants what he always wanted ( Me)now , I’m forced to face the reality of what if? Is he the one or a scam? Mmmh, I guess I just have to find out.

my tomorrow, my 2012

the hustle and bustle
greatly reduced
my style classic ,always,
my brows trimmed
my bust filled
my smile full blown
my eyes glowing
my finger adorned
my gowns nicely worn
my suits fitted
my 2012
what a vision
my 2011
what a mission
so many wars to be fought
and not  lost
against all odds
i will stand
not bubbling in pride
or looking in denials eyes
but straight with hope
after all ive been shown
ive seen me grow
ive seen me glow
ive seen me stand victorious and grand
no matter what now
with this picture in hand 2011
cant be bland
cause i know whats at hand
so here i come
armored with his word
i declare my victory
before the war
my victory lies
in my masters hand
and in histories past
that has never carried last
thats why i know my life is a blast

my perfect man

He listens to my actions

I wonder why?

I say what I mean but expirence has made me coy,

He handles me not as toy

But as a honest man could,

He's gentle with me when I'm hard on me,

He smiles when I'm a mess

He says I'm beautiful

When I'm youthful,

When I'm stubborn,

And trying to have my way,

He kisses me and says hey

I can't refuse his stare

When we fight,

He fights fair,

He won't let me chicken out

He loves the tout in me,

When I babble,

Talk my heart down,

He knows I want to bond,

He holds me down,

Not with a clowns frown,

But with the arms of a man

He holds me and says its okay,

I'm here now,

If hes held back at work

And can't make movie night

He calls ahead,

Sends me a million bb pings,

These little things,

Make him my perfect man!

When the world seems to be crumbling down

We hold hands and pray heaven down,

He may not be ideal to her,

Cause he's too trim!

But he's more than perFect for me!

mystery man

After all this time,
You can still make me smile,
Your style so casual,
So out of my style,
Yet here I am thinking about you
My Mystery Man
Man you are
Yet in You , I see Me
I see a Mentor & a friend
One who will not relent
To meet ends
In you I see the Woman I can be
Free to pursue my dreams
As we meet
With no heat of giving up my dreams,
And still seem fit to be yours
I want you Mystery Man
Not for a day or two
Come and make my knees go weak,
For all time, be mine
SOme would think
I would sink low
To be with one so unknown
But I have known u
For a longtime
As you Me,
I know I have been a Mystery,
Man as you my Mystery Man,
But today I drop such tool
And say without loosing my cool.
“Love or Leave...”
I want you , my Mystery, my Man.

his

In his voice I hear me sing

In his caresses I feel me quiver

In his rebuke I see me shiver

In his embrace I see me a believer

Who is this his?

What is your end game?

Do you wan't to tame this dame?

In his impulses I see compulsion

In his destruction I see reformation

In his nightmares I see myself being a hero

In his mistakes I learn to celebrate at all times

In his challenges I see life has stages

Who is this his?

What is your end game?

Owner or borrower?

Lender or spender?

Bender or amender?

Who are you?

In his smile I see hope

In his gaze I see change

In his arms I’ve found my place

I'm not making haste

Or saying I have been chaste

But who is this HIS?

Why now?

how it all went down

the scare of the holiday
made me more determined
not to seek for mi amore
or want more and stay a bore
but just have fun,
i had countless drinks
even though i wasn't wearing minx
there wasn't a hint
that i wasn't a hit in the relationship ship
i smiled and rolled my eyes
thats my style
at the end
whose to say
it didn't go down well?
it was swell