Sunday, June 7, 2026
Another coloniser in a hoodie
Saturday, June 6, 2026
From Museum Piece to Living Breath
I plead!
Steal my all and reward nothing
I beg!
For my home, is a rich land
Laid arid by my foolish actions.
Holding me close that partake of the fruit
That I, betray who I am in a longing bid.
I plead!
Steal my all and reward nothing
I beg!
For I long for an identity that is me
I have often wonder, "Why is it now hard to construct at in my mother tongue and who have I become?" In a bid to belong to the global village I have oftenly found myself wanting to sound like the next person and take offence ssomeone picks a bit my dialect in my voice tone. At the same time I have discovered the more I do so the more I lose who I am cause in my tongue lies my identity. Barricading my heritage, i have also discovered that I have a lost alot in the process for now will give ear to some who sound the same as the rest of us.
Friday, June 5, 2026
The Home Vein
Buried between the heart and reality.
Dust arises to attest of life.
Bound with unspoken promises
Dubbed the home vein life.
Banned from idle walks in the shade
Into a den of rhythmic soul, I reign.
Though sometimes called “Njecha” (sand)
You find me sending notes of joy
Knotting reality with a purpose afar
Surrounded by dust, with an oath
Creativity oozing from every pour
Into every street corner to be a hive, I reign
Created to change the world
The dust arises in a dream
Ashy gates speaking volume of plastics
Scrapping the paint in scores
Where goals build goal posts of tomorrow
Exposed to the light of tomorrow.
Thursday, June 4, 2026
The Rope and the Red Eyes
Held close by a belief of a helping hand
Yet in public, life tale unfold in tears
While shielding bad winds
Wednesday, June 3, 2026
Ancient DNA
Upon the rolling dust, lingering in my nostrils
You found me crowned with infancy joy
Painted up to the head,
With a tale that tailored my tomorrow in bliss
Denied being a roll of chance,
That Gambled life to be what it is.
As upon the rolling dust, blistered upon my hands
You found me chiseled to be a provider
Natured by those of the old,
That upon the sweat of my head
My stomach will find a rescue
No! Not on soft hands but on happy blisters.
For upon the rolling dust, served sweetness upon my tongue
You found me scarred by a taste of royalty
Birthed from dust the gave way to the lush-ful green
Inherited from the ancient crown
Where smoke spoiled the sky
To fill a child to life.
Upon the rolling dust, embedded on the mind
You found me endorsed in royalty bliss
Where the dust upon my feet spoke loudly
Creating a rhythm unforgettable to life
As it was the rods held me from infancy
Learning to walk on kingship roles.
Tuesday, June 2, 2026
Whispered Prayer on Shouted Truth
Please!
Please let me resize my mind
Before you rerun your thoughts to my midnight
For you sold me before my birth
Yet you knew me not
But crowned me, a pupa.
So, please!
Let me resize my mind
Before you endorse me to be royal
For in your eyes my crown was dust
And my blood was the anthem you love to oppress
Yet from the cradle of creation, I reign
While you belittled the dust that birth all.
So, please let me resize my mind
Before you… place me to fit your size
For you call me small to everything
Choking my words
So, they are never loud enough
For me to be heard
Yet my home is the dust you despise
A third world continent is what you deemed us
But please let me resize my mind
Before you forget who started with the figures
You are boastful about
As from the same cradle of creation
They were drawn to life.
So please let me resize my mind
Before you throw me down to eat the dust
As I reign from the land of kings and queens
Full of rhythm of soul that jumps alive
Danced to by all nation
Yet looked down upon.
So please let me resize my mind
Before you crown me, a pupa!
For you took a snap of my home upside down
Tell me to embrace my smallness
Yet I was larger than the rest
While you sketched me little
To tell a narrative that belittled my home
Rolling some dice to break me away from my royalty.
Thursday, October 30, 2025
Gazing Past the Eyes
Then they were two on a ride
Preaching promises of time
Yet robbing seconds in words
While dancing on hours shores
Empty of the final act.
Drawn to the skies ray of promise
They watched in silence yet acting otherwise
Drowning at the back call of dreams
Where their feet scar the ground
Yet panning for gold.
Called in circles
There they were once again
Gazing past each other's eyes
Now with a renewed call to act
Forgetting the past that once crowned their heads.
Plucking a rose for final tell
They told their tale now in action
Tilling the arid grounds to bloom
Now a refresher course of dreams
And a prospect of the future.
Wednesday, May 7, 2025
Elegy in Reverse
Overwhelmed under ink
Embraced in traces of her
Drenched in an elegy
He whispered a tale
Both strange to the tongue and mind
Yet strong as a scent on an animal farm.
Tilling time to seek a smile
He took his chance
Drawing tears in darkness.
Yet when it was dawn
Another story stood true
Awash with scarred face.
Swashed with emotion
He penned her words
Yet backwards they landed on paper.
Sunday, May 4, 2025
Machine Gun Rainbows
With you!
My tongue never runs dry of words-
As it spits them like a machine gun,
Painting worlds from our imagination,
Unbound by the clock's cold reason.
With you!
My feet pivot towards sanity,
Devoting to etching rainbow on gloomy days,
Sparking life into existence when trails press close,
Unshaken by thorns ahead.
With you!
My eyes pierce beyond tangled speech,
fixed on a future framed in fire,
yet curious for what flickers in the now—
sighting tomorrow, pitched in endless smiles.
With you!
My hands trace the arc of your beauty,
stunned by God’s chisel, how it carved you—
flawed, divine, a paradox sculpted in light—
each brushstroke making my soul take flight.
With you!
My ears crave symphonies of your voice,
its timbre a feast, honeyed and raw,
seasoning my soul on a sunlit shore—
our voyage etched in grins, forevermore.
Saturday, May 3, 2025
Love Hurdles!
Friday, February 28, 2025
All Covet, All lose
Of all the words I had to paint
Ensnared with my heart pledge
She purged my happiness in a smirk
Devouring my sanity in a call of heaven
As she gave me a piece of her
In an elusion of a peace offering
Where she captured my soul.
Beckoned to surrender
She held my feet fixated in a render
Thrown into a dice of errands
Robbed of choice
She left my being in yearning
Pleading for a bite of haven
Yet tearing the walls of logic in insanity.
Curving reality into a ghost
Pants torn in broken promises
She rode high on me
& gave an appraisal to my brokenness
Skimming my mind to becoming a grime reapers friend
Yet wishing to rob an arrow & plunge it into her heart.
Tearing the canvas asunder
To reveal the inner truth bled by the fingertips
Feared by the words wishfully said in darkness
She robbed all of me
& left none of me to pick up the pieces
Which she shuttered with a half vow pledge to devour me.
Tuesday, January 7, 2025
Moonlit Symphony
Saturday, January 4, 2025
Beyond the Horizon
Wednesday, January 1, 2025
Beneath the Surface
Wednesday, December 18, 2024
Love in Ink
Tuesday, December 17, 2024
Cosmic Collision
Monday, December 9, 2024
Whispers of Love
On the block with a pluck
Pulling strings
Until the sound is in tune
As love played all chords
Into a symphony marvel
Attracting bees to give up honey.
Drowning in the peace
Of a piece of her heart
Striked to mine
We found our rhythm
Switching foot, to the melody of the night
Watchful of the unfolding keys.
Drawn in a descending game
We fell while staring
Hitting the ground
To form the hearts beat
Entangled with words
On a tangent spill
"I...I love you!"
We whispered aloud.




