GENEVIEVE

(to a lady by this name, whom I met in a trotro)

Good thing I met you on a Saturday
Experience outweighs experiment by the way

Nevertheless your image has been the same
Ever since I inquired of your humble fame

Verily, verily, I tell you of a truth
It has been recorded in heaven the day I met you

Eternity seeks to roof our cordial souls
Vacate and board my boat of goals

And Enthrone your heart on these propitious scrolls

THE VANGUARDS

The vanguards of the army
Have already reached the gates
Advancing stealthily for the castle
With galvanized machineries
To oust the wishes of votes
Cast by great gate keepers.

For a moment peace is at stake
Only to be assuaged by curfews
Imposed on progressive states
In need of cranes to usurp
Their economies from recessions.

Like spurges coup d’états forfeits
The artistic principles of democracy
Nominated by the entire modernity
To rule the kingdoms of all races
And cleanse iniquities
Hidden in the backyards of African politics.

Blood, very lucrative and deft,
Launched on governmental seats,
Weighing than secrecy, stands on
The corridors of false perjury
Ready to exist the door of cosmos.

Some leave at will where grace
Falling like dew has not been drilled.
Others go in great pain as guns
Smash up their brains when they
Tried to save the life of their countries
With words malefactors cannot preserve.

THIS DIARY

Sombre was the entrance
Into the heart of these contents.
Blood stains and dread
Naturalized each rife page
As I flipped my eyes through them.

This diary with seals broken
Before my life was born
Popped a new language
Out of my lips –

Investigating feminine injustices
While policing the landmarks
Of rape and sexual abuses.
These have chopped the engines
Of societies while rendering
The future bleak and unfaithful.

Unhealthy lust bark at innocence
Like wolves all day and all night,
And bite the virginity of dainties.
With wellingtons, fertile grounds
Are cracked, some, beyond recovery
Though in the presence of constitutions.