"The beer parlour"

my own little space
a place to dream
a place ramble
smaller than a mustard seed
yet wider than the ocean floor

grab a cold bottle . . . enjoy.

Remember the time

Life’s gone by
4 yrs,
on the wings of dawn
our first kiss,
The moon in all her glory
the stars roaring their approval

Remember the times
when all we wanted to do was hold hands and talk
Remember the times I carried you in my arms
As the notes of our voice fluttered in the dark night
It wasn’t heaven on earth
I couldn’t give you everything you wanted.

Remember the night you first cried
Remember the night you first yelled at me
Remember the time I walked out on you
I bet you didn’t see the tears
That wet my pillows
I bet you didn’t see the frowns
That creased my brows

remember the night I held your face in my hands
time stood still
drowning,
in the swirling storm of your big brown eyes
salty tears
of love unspoken
of desires awakened

night held its breath
the stars took their bow
just you and me
Boy and girl
2 souls, 1 bond . . . forever.

The Dance

Rust-brown thick clouds, hovering almost tentatively in the skies before settling on rippled bodies glistening with sweat. Mad stomp of angry feet, rhythmic chants of sore palms, the reverberating ekwe blending beautifully with the shrill cries of the ogene, the men pulsed, their buttocks undulating to the sweet melody of Ichie’s song.

The women ogled, their breasts swinging pendulously to the frenzy of excited men, the old men smacked their gums and tried so hard to look uninterested.

“Ichie sings well”,

“Hmm”, Akwuekwue rinsed toothless gums with palmwine.

“He’s a charmer”, said one.

Ebechineme nodded his head slowly like an agama lizard . . . his walking stick tapped the parched earth, perhaps the sacred song would bring Amadioha’s blessings. Wasn’t that the reason for the dance in the first place?
Far far away from the madness, entranced in the magic pull of Ichie’s voice, the gods were watching.

Nice drabbles.