somedays i spend in the corners of my mind.in search of things not lost yet unfoundedhacking at emotions long gonewhistling, pressing, wondering,dancing...at moments to come wanderingwanderer today i stand in the recesses of my mindlistening gently for whispers so stillunfolding layers after layers of unrestunwrapping cover after cover of silencechasingthat which is rested yet restlesssharp … Continue reading waiting for my mind
poems
Omode
Omode is a poem about beginnings, resilience and faith - a call to the innocence of childhood.
Mister Man
Mister Man. Sometimes, I refuse. To tell you how good you are. Like Onigbagbe, I forget... how your words have watered me on hot harmattan days You can take it, I say, when I draw and draw and draw and draw from your patience... Onisuuru... that Well that seems so endless. I forget. Like Onigbagbe. … Continue reading Mister Man
Teach Me To Be Human
We have forgotten how to talk… In a world of so much noise We have lost the art of speech In a generation of silent screams… We have forgotten how to think Reason for every Tablet Point me where knowledge lives Buried in ancient minds tagged witch… We have forgotten how to remember Keeping memories … Continue reading Teach Me To Be Human
I Think I’ve Met My Husband
Yinka once said that I hide my hurt
And share my smile
What’s the use of more hurt to a world already hurting?
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