LIFE OF OREOFE (ISLAY)

  FAT OF THE LAND The street is littered with filth,  Wares put out on display,   flies hovering about. Seller’s with eyes that have beheld so much horror and struggle,   foot wares that have trekked miles,   all crying, come, buy our goods.                                                     Then they enter with their noses up high,  hailed by the very people who despise them,  riding in their posh cars,  Looking well fed and rounded,  despising the very filth they arose from. With their hands in their pockets,  they grab wads upon wads of money bills,

Do you feel my presence? Can you hear my voice?  i am your soul that bellowed help! please! no!. I tried to warn them! they didn't listen. look how they ended, am trying to warn you but then again like the clay that you are, you wouldn't listen. Am not bothered! no, am not troubled, i am the silent watcher,

When i told you i wont wait forever, i meant it, i have found comfort in the arm of many, i stare into your eyes as they carried me on lifted hands to their alter of worship. You pushed me away, left me begging for little scrapes that fell off the stone that is your heart. Odion pleaded and Athena wept, not for my broken spirit but for the way i loved you. The way i loved you,

The wound i had by the side of my shoulder  was healing, mama said to leave it alone and give it time as she pecked me on the cheek and turned off the light

THE GODS SEND NUTS TO THEM THAT HAVE NO TEETH Of what use is a free traveling visa to a man who has no passport. Of what good is a free car to a cripple? Of what good is a novel to the blind?

UNCERTAINTY With the cloud of uncertainty staggering

Is it the church of the white dove,

My crush my crush he has this beautiful smile, from a sweet small mouth on a chocolate fountain of beauty, My crush, my crush my womb

Hey guys, so I am a big fan of poetry, when I was little I literally learned W.B Yeats yes William Butler Yeats "when you are old(1989)"

The story gets more  interesting Me: Annabel stop this now! Do you know what my fiance mercy would do to u

Day 3:      I was forced to wake up by the stinging sensation in my bladder,  did I stand up to use the bathroom NO, I maintained my position on the bed and was "gathering the will power to go do my business ". After recharging my battery's, I had my bath and Rukaya (we call her responsible) took me to where I was to work, guys I will be teaching the upper primary class students mathematics, Ya!. I came back from work and then my house mates decided to go for a swim, I had like mad fun today on getting to the pool, Louisa(she's German) a natural born fish lol taught Karima, Nike and Mary different strokes. David was just something else, he tried seizing he's breath under water, he gave us a scare by blowing bubbles (I thought he was going to drown)   Didn't swim tho, took some pictures and videos, eat pizza and Coca-Cola. In the process of drinking my Coca-Cola, some guys came in, anyone that says Ghana boys are not handsome should check again.  ...

So my friend olawale ibiyemi wrote a poem called pornography enjoy. Pornography We want to watch our mothers Clamber the hills of ecstasy And briskly touch ourselves in pursuit. The father without shame pummels His daughter with the rod Not meant for the child. The newly weded couple Throw the sanctity of secrecy to the gyre Of the camera; Lord we are watching. The woman is not our helpmate She is a device employed For the satisfaction of our concupiscence. Eve will not get pregnant And Adam will use no  raincoat Eve will not get pregnant. The priest sacred will orgasm, Spilling his seed unborn Onto the bossoms of his concubine: Eve never gets pregnant. We are blind because we Think we can See. Pursue sin we do wholeheartedly; And Death follows behind. We are blind because we Think we can See. Our little sister is naked, And we peep through the keyhole Briskly touching ourselves in pursuit of death. Then  Èsù  whispers, "why n...

Hey guys, I wrote something and decided to post it here. They said You opened up a can of worms which she kept sealed. They said You broke open a healing wound, you put her in turmoil, you set her spinning round and round again on a roller coaster of emotions, all this you heard from hushed tones. Then the hushes become clearer, just like always he left her to bear the pain, the hurt, uncertainty, confusion as some even flirted with the idea of, if she wondered what if your life ended as fast as she pressed harder on the cold blade dripping with regret, puddles of sorrow forming at their feet, with a face void of expression, just a blank cold cold figurine. For they said the can of worms you set free  eat her up eventually.