A love letter from the past If you are reading this, I’m dead and my heart is beating in your father’s chest. I trust him, Kosi. I have no doubt that he will make an exceptional young woman out of you. Before you were born, I asked God that you…

Saturday, 6 am You’re asleep. my fingers slowly run through your thick eyebrows. I wonder; But God creates, you know Chi n’eke ife! He made the stars, the oceans, man, woman Then, He made you Saturday 6 pm You are a different being in the world Human, but with a…

You lied, The sky is not blue is the morning It is red with your anger Angels don’t wake me up with flowers I don’t sleep enough to deserve any Your voice; They don’t sing me songs that calm my mind I don’t hear words that bless my ear Where…

They came for our fathers and their blood at night When sleeping children hugged their mothers’ breasts Mother said heroes never announce their exit So we live to tell the story of their bravery It’s the only way they truly win the war The bravest warriors of their time Fighting…

He spoke of his undying love and admiration. His years of absolute commitment to being with me. He spoke of forever with me as I stared into his inconsistent eyes. So cute. What did you say? I clapped for him. I clapped because I know he had just delivered a great speech. You’re soulless No. I’m filled with too much soul to recognize love when I see it and this is not it. This is theater. It is sweet words, great performance, and more words but that is all it will ever be -Words.

Haven’t you hidden your heart away from me enough? Behind your flawless facade of being bad and tough I need you to stop holding yourself back from my love To feel your skin relax in my palms, I know it's been tough But all I want to do to your…

I have never really thought about how I would like to go to jail The idea of straying from the path of success, down a dark tunnel I must say, Friends, Romans, Countrymen is not a very exciting tale Perhaps, a great crime story will lead to the bottom like…

When I think of my ex-lover Somadina, I think of some of the wilted flowers in the small garden behind his Ikoyi duplex, the stems of roses bent to submission, weak and dry like what we had. I think of how often I watched Somadina remove the weeds on his…