Diary Of Sins:

WE WALTZ

we waltzed our way

silhouetted against the wall

as the furnace of our fiery feelings

burnt unburnt

the close inhalation breath-taking, 

we waltzed our way

with bodies wedged in intimacy

'twas an even-dance

we waltzed our way

as the day eveninged to full moon

to every reverberating moan

our leaning lingering lissom lips made

the close inhalation breath-taking, 

we waltzed and waltzed our way

till the world was and was no more

SINNED
no longer does it stand

the neck has lost its pride

on bended knees

the head droops forward

in supplicative gesture

of a yet to be forgiven face

 

no longer does it stand

the shoulder has lost

its heaven-bound height

on prostrated body

the haughty soul projects

a countenance of
i've sinned father, 

 

but he knows

i am bowed, not broken

i shall go sin the more.

INTO YOU
one feeling

one thought

one passion

one intimacy

one lust

one trust

one desire, 

just a sparkle

and you set each on fire
just one you

in the effervescent sky of my life.

GOD SEND MINE [GSM]

no thuraya will put me through to God

no sagem to send my message beyond clouds

no nokia to knock on heaven's gate

no motorola to motor me through

the lonely lane to life

no trium to make me triumph in the tunnel

of ten thousand temptations, 

in supplicative gesture

my two palms confluencing
connecting me beyond connections

and inspiring me beyond imaginations…

VIRGINAL WHITE


here's virginal white for a virtuous virgin

victor of myriad vicissitudes

visionary of unsurpassed velocity

here's virginal white for a virtuous virgin

with visage of vacant pair of pupils

veiling velvety values and virtues in

granite modesty

can i speak the rest in vernacular?

LAST NIGHT

hiding in the crevices of night

in the vale of deep passion

burning in the fiery dust of lust

sandstorm of sentiments searing

every drop of hesitation, 

our alluvial sweats suffocating every pore

in moans we exchanged stolen secrets

and swore no eye could see us

but foolish

you and i

the moon the stars blind be

does he sleep?

YOU ARE


the best of imagination cannot match your creation

the greatest inspiration cannot bespeak my adulation

silently slowly and soulfully 

a sing-song serenade creeps into my glottis

feeling I would die if I don't sing this song

in the tintinnabulation of passion 

I find a tune and voice out the lyrics

the rhythm the rhyme

and the eternity of time

and a note begins to play, 

perfectly enchanting innocently alluring

love is a fiery furnace of feelings

a perfectly placed porcelain.

SEEDS OF PASSION

in the garden of my heart

where resplendent meanings adorn

the lingering lushness of passion

where flowering sentiments stand  in style

rooted in romantic robustness  of fertile heart

in the garden of my heart

where flourishing flowers of feelings 

flaunt freely like waves of iridescent 

colours caressing a canvas

the canvas of my heart

where dew drops of desires 

perform baptism on the innermost soil of my soul 

the former seeds dying giving way 

to newer finer seeds of passion.

IN BRIEF

a glint of ecstasy

in the eye-corner

a stimulating stroke of the tresses

a lingering landing of lissom lips

on landscape of the mouth

a desire of the eyes

and of the flesh

a trust forged in lust ends in dust.

LOVE FALLS

lightning of desire flashes

thunder of emotion roars

wind of affection blows

cloud storm of passion gathers

trickle by trickle

the elements give way to tears

forming copious draught

rain of love falls.

FLAMES OF FEELINGS

waters of the mind

are best poured out

lest the soul should drown

in self-deluge of emotion

if it were a riddle

i would crack it

were it a joke

i would track it

it is a fiery feeling that burns

the heart
how do i say i love you?

ELIZABETH

o maiden

like a maiden virgin

fresh from the glorious gorgeous garden

of eden

undulating

the aura of your person

unstatic ever flowing

the radiance of your presence

unassuming

the secret person of your heart

can i spend eternity with you senorita?

no revelation in your concealed eyes

to acknowledge your true feeling…

FIRST ATTRACTION

with the figure even

like the number coming after seven

she takes a poise position

as in a perfectly placed portrait

for a smell she's lavender

with triumphant tresses

like luxuriant forest trees

pristine as a virtuous virgin with

luminous azure balls sinking perfectly inside the sockets

with pepsodent flash of sparkling white teeth

set in a mouth molded with gold

she stands beyond the comparative

supremely attractive like an adjective

in its superlative

can i take you home 

and show you to my mother?

SHE

she roams like a sentence without a period
she stands like a perfectly misplaced preposition
in a simple sentence

she gazes querying like a strand of question-mark
she yearns for morrow like a future tense
she looks blue like a noun in want of a pronoun
she’s a gorgeous girl like an adjective
in its superlative
she’s concise precise like a one-word sentence

she’s charming and even
like the figure after seven
she’s slim as two divided by two
she’s overwhelming like Chinese characters
she’s a hypertensive interjection
a stroke of comma and
an eventual full-stop.

CAN YOU DO THIS?

kindle a ray of riddle
rove a lane of love

ponder a wave of wonder
pause a flame of force

pacify a pang of passion
fondle a bundle of trouble

burst a bubble of lust
flush a rush of crush

scream a rhythm of dream
drain a rain of strain

extinguish angst of anguish.

SEXUALLY DESIGNED

tempting like a flesh-revealing dress
shameless like a one-night stand
unholy like two illicit love-makers
illegitimate like a love-child
insatiable like an incorrigible nympho
traumatized like a violated virgin
lonely like a jilted lover
agonizing like an unrequited love
frustrated like a loverless spinster
searching like an overdue bachelor
intoxicating like a first love
lingering like a loving kiss
ecstatic like a romantic feeling
intact like a virtuous virgin
faithful like two true-blue lovers
hopeful like a courting couple
united like a happily married couple
fulfilled like a dream come true.

ONCE UPON A KISS

in the dim and distant past four fledgling lips
at a tryst assuaging their thirst
searing sentimental secrets felt only
through dark tunnels of their throats

in the dim and distant past through
darksome tunnel of the throat we
shared unspoken secrets
you and i
four fledgling lips

i couldn’t go further
that’s why you called me names
forgetting
trust made in lust will rust in dust

once upon your kiss
and you set my flesh on fire
does love behave indecently?

ONCE UPON A KISS II

once upon a time there was your shadow
reflecting on the window
in the candle-lit room
with your neck-crushing hug enveloping me
for moments i stood motionless
and began to dance to your love-wantintin tune
that sounds deeper and bitter
now in my soul

if promises were deeds you’d be dean of lovers
you and i know better
what has happened to my door?
what has happened to my yard?
what has happened to those innocent flowers
you touched and trampled?
once upon a time i was in your bosom
with iridescent blue eyes envisioning love
in your lust i was lost.

DEWS OF DUSK

when the dews were still fresh on your vegetation
when your figure of attraction inspired my body
to make moves
when i signified intention to pay my dues
you took a swipe and said i was not man enough

when your azure pupils dilated
many men with you related
green with envy i wished i was late and
as if the only creature in the air
you soared far beyond my reach

i became love-sick
i became love-lorn

now you’ve grown bald like the vulture
your azure pupils crimson with tears
your bosom a swinging door
and your figure of attraction
what distraction
now take me you say…

WE DIE IN SILENCE

i stumbled on you I fell in love
head over heels in love and my soul ached

you too fell
head over heels in love
your heart must heart must ache too

hearts heavy with feelings we drag our feet
we die in silence

my heart embraces your longing eyes
where’s the voice to invite your waiting feet?

FIRST SIN

out of sight heals love of blindness
in sight love is blind

we groped
we were too close to see
seeing is the first sin
look it is desirable

desires of the eyes desires of the flesh
in want of heart we lost sight

one blind night
we reached the height.

RUSHING HOME

are there damsels in my life?
you’re the peacock
the peak of the rock
the sleek of the flock
the thick of the forest
the breath under my nose

i dare the surging sea of sisters
the intimidating intrigues of daughters of Eve
i overlook the lyrical dreamy eyes of dainty damsels
the perfect peace of their passion
but
rushing home coming to meet you
i stumble on you loving another.

FROZEN

where we already said good night
do we say good evening again?

can broken dreams be mended when passion’s
live coals have become cold impotent ashes
in the searing heat of infidelity?

don’t ask is this love meant to die?
goodbye has been said yet you cry
and your hot hot tears
falling on my chill chest

can this frozen heart
be thawed by your hot tears?

I REMEMBER

i remember
i have not forgotten
that like napkin for filthy fingers
are damsels to you

i remember
i have not forgotten
that when your mouth bubbles with words
of love and trust
you’re asking innocent ones
to trust and thrust in the dust of your lust

i remember
did you think
i have forgotten?

SHALL WE SEE AGAIN?

torrential tears flooded our faces
cloudy fears dimmed our resplendent hearts
we appeared beaten and unbidden
our hearts queried us
will we keep this friendship?
to part now was a certainty
in our present reality
and part we must
who will take this cup from us?

we soon said our bye-byes
our heels parted
but
our eyes met behind
yours asking mine
mine asking yours

shall we see again after this night?

UNNOTICED

the bird chirrups excitedly away with her partner
two lizards nod in approval at the sight of each other
the dog barks with admiration
and wags his tail in adoration
sighting a mate
the peacock shows off his iridescent plumage
to the overwhelmed peahen

every girl is walking the street hand in hand with her lover
and i’ve also drenched myself in assorted perf

rain caressed the soil and sun brightened the land
moon shone against the dark walls of night

no single head has turned my way…

CAN I PRAISE YOU?

when the leaves on baobab whisper
it is you they praise

when the plumaged choirs unite in sonorous serenade
it is your beauty they chirrup

when the sun leaves his nest in the west
rising in the east
it does so to reflect your pristine beauty

when men leave their interior rooms to perch on verandahs
it is to marvel at a creation beyond imagination
but let me praise you beloved one beautier than beauty
nature’s undiluted creation devoid of deflection
the genesis of adoration and the revelation of affection
the height of Kilimanjaro the depth of Nile
not an inch worth your beauty
can i praise you
no one but you?

ONE US

tomorrow is a scream heard in whispers
and we strain our hears to hear her voice
i crave your hand you add your heart
tomorrow is a vision made luminous in the
circuits of four eyes
eyeball to eyeball and we meet
tomorrow is a dream seen in our wakefulness

the emptiness of a mind and the void of a heart
the warmth of an emotion and the chill of reason
the path of a foot and the grasp of a hand
together shoulder to shoulder
body spirit and soul
we swim in the stream of shared secrets
in the solemn sentiments of one mind one future flesh
one you one i and one us.

WALKING WITH YOU

enveloped in self-inflicted illusion
we wander heavenward
in search of a path buried beneath our feet
it is hidden under our feet the unbroken path of eternity
first
is to feel the unbroken path afterward
to think if we’re walking together hand in hand

loneliness leads to death
our path extends to life and if we’re walking together
hand in hand
we’re certain of getting there with strength unspent
and heart unbroken and with love undiminished

so i closed my eyes to walk with you but you objected
saying the eternity we seek is our destiny
yours and mine
and opened my eyes and began walking with you
with more vision than i had…

SHADOW OF VISION

looking into your eyes
the pupils picture a path
where there’s reason to live and loving is joy
i see dream on stream
the shadows of you and i bathing in love

looking into your eyes
my hope’s like the sun
bringing resplendent rays of joy like a lingering light
in the darkest night

dwelling under the shade where promises are made
where love’s root starts to shoot
your eyes speaking of vision yet unbeheld
the vision beckons i approach its light
which gives hope endurance and love fidelity

in your eyes no love is blind
no dream beyond imagination.

BINTU

beloved bintu
permit me not to dawdle
here the screaming silence
has only me as an audience
shackled in this residence in who shall i place my confidence
when your much desired presence continues to linger in absence?
with whom will I share the fondness?
a gale of togetherness pleasurable and immeasurable
in this screaming silence?

the dusk’s chill intense
my intent transcends concupiscence
loneliness is what attacks with me fierceness
in fairness i want you in earnest
beloved bintu emotion rushing high
your approach not nigh
and like a pestilence this screaming silence
is hitting hard against my faithfulness.

SWEET TO HAVE

a damask rose
a graceful doe
with lambent eyes
sparkling with iridescent colours
eyes streaming with rhythms
brimming with dreams

for the thought of you is like poetry to my heart
ringing like a peal of bells softer and softer
it chimes deeper and deeper into the ears of my heart

you’re so sweet to have

SWEET TO HAVE II

you smell like lavender-water
like sweet-smelling odour from an altar
like a calm running brook your spoken words
graceful
aesthetically pleasing your radiant look
you’re lapidary lass tall and beautiful as larkspur
a shining star amongst many a sister

beauty like bubble will burst
flowering flower will fade
but
the leitmotiv of you is integrity and chastity

TIWALOLA

wide river of generosity
a running brook of adoration
full of colour
paragon of honour

tiwalola
let me fondle your name
it melts like fondant in my kisser
its tintinnabulation tickles my tympanum

motunrayo
full of joy radiant with ecstasy
may your stream of happiness never run dry

anike
personification of care
a damsel rare
you’re beyond compare.

AYO

ayobami
overtaken by joy
a paragon of happiness
happy are you as your mother’s only girl

oluwaseun
we thank God we thank you
for making us proud

titilope
endless gratitude we’ll ever be thankful
coast to coast you remain the toast
amongst a host
we will ever thank you for being our
true-blue sister

okanlawon
this one surpasses all
the one and only the charm of beauty
the beauty of charm no one but you.

THEY BREAK

when i think of you
envisioning the sparkles
of brown light the eyes
in the sockets of your visage
illuminate
my lips part and break,

when i remember the kind acts
of your tender heart
and the selflessness in your readiness
nugget of your preciousness
my lips part and break,

when i know you
and ever want to be with you
yesterday today tomorrow
you part my lips and make
them break in smiles.

1977

ethereal thread of umbilical cord untied
from the august visitor
maternity agog and the wildfire of good news
spreads on to the plateau of Jos
happiness rends the air in kisses and tears

the cries of pain implode into infantile wail
oh like mother like son
the august sun stands still and shimmers on the
soft splattered smile of the face welcomed by every race
in this world there’s for everyone a place

where’s the father?
he hears the news and the happiness is bringing
him home from the Mambila
this is the birth of a new breath of life
come home quick and kiss the bundle of bliss

in suns and moons to come
what will the august son bring?
with dreamy brown eyes delicately buried in fragile sockets
he seems to be telling them
the days ahead are housed in dungeon of dreams.


1987

high hopes and rebellion
a decadal age of mischief and mundane missions
muffled feelings and subdued angst and anger
the enormity of an overwhelming vacant fragile mind
questing to know all the unknown once at once

the pencil breaks many a time and the eraser is declared
stolen by friendly thieves and no arrest will be made
shame-faced admission of failure written in bold red
report cards are ominous handwriting on the wall
mother’s unconditional love always helps weather the storm

the rage of reasoning daddy is the beginning of wisdom
do you want to be mummy’s boy?
they say they never do well and you
what will you be when you still fart and pee like an untrained dog?
cold lessons will be served and hot desires will be drunk

what still happens to all the textbooks and the big notes?
now mummy must beat with the right hand and comfort
will still come from her left hand
how can you not love your mother?
are you not tempted to hate daddy in the stormy days of discipline?


1997

still waters run deep
especially when they flee underneath the bridge
you never can tell what a reticent twenty-year-old is up to?
a growing mind finding roots in every direction
fads friends sex knowledge and the thoughts of the unthinkable

they say boys will be boys even while growing older
the shadow of yesteryears are still clinging to a new flesh and blood
the baby is always the man and how can you be a man
when the baby in you is not killed or sold off?
that’s the irony of yesteryears that pass across the corridor of today

the zenith of rebellion has just begun
the lust for oceanic independence has developed depth
mummy please don’t tell me that
i’ve got my life to live and my own way i shall
have you forgotten daddy’s still the man and in charge?

do you think you might challenge him to a duel?
not now
but you won’t run away from him like a child
freaked out by flames of fiery flogging in the dead of night
in the stand-still silence daddy must see the man in this baby.



2007

days of dungeon of dreams have been opened
who has thought the child of yesterday will be the man today
in thorns and thistles of three decadal ages?
yesterday’s tiny-tot a similitude of a fleeting unnoticeable
shadow has now attained a look-and-turn-back metamorphosis

the new husband of mummy and the jewel of her neck
like they say this child nay man has arrived
in a volks or a mercedes?
ah-ah primitive mind
a man’s value is not judged by the automobile he arrives in

his infantile pupils have lost their rhythm
the rhythm of rebellion played under the noon sun
on the football pitch far away from home
the eyes have lost their mists of mischief
they have found direction and are glowing with meaning

mummy still deserves the biggest hug in this world
oh like mother like son and there are kisses and tears
from daddy a studied smile an understanding look and a pat on the back
a proud father of a humble son
this is the beginning of an end and the child has just become a real man…

THE RICH MAN

who chats and farts
and we all keep smiling and listening
who yaps and jabs
and we aren’t complaining
who steals and seals our treasury and rations
it out to us in penury
who cruises cross our squalid streets and sprays
us with ditch-water
who talks and talks and the poor
has no say
whose pen falls down and a multitude mills
to pick it
whose house is towering and shimmering
while that of others shake in squalid stillness
who snores and squeals like a stolen swine
and rob us of a restful sleep
who feeds so fat on chicken and burger
and watches us die
in hunger? the rich man.

Boulevard Of Broken Dreams

depression is a disease, fatally insidious,
my life is a boulevard
i am a piece of broken dreams

my life is a bough
i am a piece of shredded leaves

my life is a road
i am a crossroad of chaos

my life is a space
i am a void of evil thoughts

my life is a waste
i am a face of an unwanted child

my life is a test
i am a failure,

If I Can

for the thought of seeking for a renewal of self,
if i can say a prayer
i'll plead for mercy
and the strength to overcome
this weakness
if i can say a prayer
i'll confess of base thoughts
that enshroud the depth
of my heart and shackle my soul
immortal passion of impure leaning
metamorphosing to fiendish forest
of fiery feelings,
i burn myself in self-conflagration

if i can say a prayer
i'll rededicate my heart and
grow again strength and purity
and if i can say a prayer
i'll request to walk in the true
light of truth evermore,

I Breathe,

for the sentiment of Veta,
the state of mind
the prison of heart

i am the gaoler
i am the warden
waiting to exhale
hesitant to excel

i am the liberator
i am the prisoner of woes
waiting for rebirth

i am the sown seed dying
growing in death
life's breath is within my grasp
i shall breathe again

i breathe
air of renewal.