Emotions

Sitting lonely unbent

With emotions unbearable

Distant and motionless

Eyes sucked in backwards

Dried tears drawing her cheeks

With a heavy heaving

Thundering the unbroken silence

As a new swell of tears

Bead her swollen face

Forcing a torrent

A painful reminder of their ties

Haunting her back with a vengeance

Her empty arms outstretched

Longing as a mother

For the cuddle of her own

The giggles and glances of her angel

That she begot to death 

  For all the grieving mothers, for the beautiful ladies who have gone through pain of lose

My Prayer

But again in age

It is my prayer

That I may know of your odium

That I may not live as a leper

As a sign that I am a stigmata

An impending peril of the day

But again in age

It is my prayer

That I may see the sight

So I may live not in squalor

As a sign that I am scum

An impoverished leach of the day

But again in age

It is my prayer

That I may meet your grace

So that I may never tumble on my legs

That I may count as a sage

But again in age

All is in my prayer

 

The dance

They push and pull

In whispers of silent murmurs

Wriggle and wrinkle

Springs of perspiration

Running down their spine

Heart beat to heart beat

In soft ceaseless groping

Full of hungry moans and groans

In trepidations of pleasure

To the melodies of thumping hearts

And escalated twisting and tossing

Such an involute dance

That slows in puffs and pants

With bodies dragged a part

In desires betraying the will

But with the end of the dance

Escalates another dance
 

This village

So plush this village, yet so small

With a sensual terrain

That kisses the eyes

With lush chubby lands

That lies side by side

Like two perfect mates

So orgasmic 

A pitch of endless beauty

Yet so tranquil in pith and depth

And glowing in vivacity

My arousing village, yet so small

 

Sylvia, the last time we met (in memory of Sylvia Dulo)

The last time we met

You looked frail yet so robust

Your lively face lit up

With your usual happy smile

Flushed to hug our faces

Locking us in your firm embrace

In the nature of your good heartedness

It was the last time we met

I felt your touch growing cold

Yet your gait was sturdy

With a reaffirming handshake

Hiding away your pain

In an animated chat reassuring  

All in your welcoming nature

It was until the last time we met

I picked your drifting distance

But your dreams and hopes remained your armor

Looking strongly into tomorrow

You made the promise you’d stay

With pregnant aspirations for the future

You were firmly past your illness

It was the last time we met

I saw you drown in pain

Yet your voice kept sound

Your will ever adamant

The resolve was alive

A sentinel built on your strength  

All, our only hope

And this will be the last time we meet

Your face still and motionless

Fortified in confinement

With wooden plunks restraining

Tears breaking your tranquility

As we gather to let you rest

Your destiny defined

 

Pass by again

She will pass by again

Leaving traces of her presence

Pregnant with fragrance

Kissing my nose soothingly

Sending my heart begging

My eyes roaming her curves

Caressing each at a time

She will pass by again

Her bosom full and ripe

Her steps so sure and firm

Flamboyantly gyrating her bottom

With her head held high

In pride like a princess

Scattering her golden braided hair

To hug her shoulder blades

She will pass by again

Her beckoning sexy smile

Part her lips in soft scintillation

That explodes my heart in flames

Letting my eyes long in desire

To look straight into hers

To return that shy giggle

And read through her mind

She will pass by again

By Okandiogada

Fare thee well

He lay tall and lanky

Like the lily pods

Hanging loosely and expectant

Like the deep insides of the pit

Where he would soon lay to rest

Dressed to the trunk white

His eyes tightly shut

Like he is shy of our stares

Confined, he lay horizontal

Mounted on top of fresh moors

Awaiting a somber send off

Quiet sobs and hymns

Fused in rhythm

Climaxing to end

In ululations and chants

As the choir sang

In harmonies distorted 

Drowned in sorrow

To usher in the final sermon

Read in haste

To proclaim his return to dust, ash to ash

Said in subdued intonations

A plea to his maker

To free him of all his sins

Through misty eyes

He was eulogized

As the epitome of good

A paragon of virtue

Yet, his death a paradox

And as the sole of his casket

Ramped in intercourse with the ground

And quick shovels scooped to fill

Two large tears

Rushed to escape my eyes

Bidding him his farewell

And in defiance I turned my back

Slipping past all the rest

To my own world in nostalgia