Twilight

I began to hate God at the tender age of five. I hated him for allowing my parents to be killed in a fatal accident. I hated him for pushing me out in the rain, cold and alone. I hated him for everything. With my parents dead and gone, I was forced to stay with an aunt, who blamed me for everything that ever went wrong. “Kolawole!” she would scream my name and I would run fearfully to her, fully aware that her wrath could bring down the earth. “Where is the money I put on the table?” she would roar at me. “I didn’t take any money. Aunty, I swear.” “Liar! You better tell me the truth now or I would put an end to your miserable life!” “But I didn’t take the money.” Though innocent, she would cut my flesh with razor blade and rub the wound with fresh pepper. I endured this hell until I could take it no more. Barely ten years old, I wandered into the street. The street brimmed with pain; its calloused hands offered nothing but venom and good grief. Days spent rummaging rubbish for food and...

Tired of hushed whisper amidst swaying trees Tired of stolen gazes amidst wary crowd I am tired of loving the moon and not saying so

Dear Mother, How time flies! How I missed you so terribly! I still can’t believe am surviving a whole year with you faraway. Can you imagine, a whole year without your sweet laughter and lovely scolding. Anyway, how is life up there? I hope you are enjoying the company of those lovely angels. Oh, I really envy you! Chatting with those tender creatures would be quite an experience. were there so many fireworks during Christmas? What about Christmas Carol? Are you planning tosing Carols with the heavenly choir? And lest I forget, did you actually see God on his throne? How big is he? I told my classmates that God is black like me. Mother, is he? Everyone misses you around here. Father especially. I see it in his eyes everyday. Not even stepmother could give him what you gave him. All she offers is nothing but stupid naggings and salty meals. Can you believe it? Father could not eat his meal last night? The eba was so soft and the soup salty. I hate stepmother. I really really hate her, m...

The first time I came to this world, I was cruel and merciless. My first parents celebrated my birth, throwing all night party where people wined and dined. I was their first child, so they wanted to make my arrival a very special one. What they did not realize was that I was not happy arriving at their doorstep. I was an Abiku and I loved being one. I was patient enough to witness my first birthday celebration. But the morning after the cake was cut, I decided to die, throwing the family in the deepest of all grief. While they mourned the child that never loved them, I was with my fellow playmates and we were happily ridding on the wavelet of the rainbow. Oh what a delight! Nothing in the wretched earth could be compared to the pleasure that flowed in the Abiku kingdom. In the morning, we would float playfully in the liquid wing of dazzling dawn and suck the brimming breasts of sunshine. At night, under the bright canopies of the virgin moon, we would gather and make sweet love t...

I was dying and the earth knew it. On that soft hospital bed, I battled to hold on to what was mine. I held on to life the way a one year old kid would hold on to her daddy’s hand ,the way a thirsty plain would hold on to a tiny drop of rain. With mammoth pain, I wondered why everything was coming to an end so early. At eighteen, I was just starting life, just staring to experience the sweetness of true love. Five days earlier, Teniola had confessed how much he loved me. He wanted me to give my heart to him. He had no idea, but I wanted to tell him right there how much I loved him. But then, I didn’t. I promised him a reply four days after and that was today. He was at the hospital today and brought colorful roses with him .I could not even open my mouth .I was too much in pain to tell him I truly loved him. Tears streamed like rain. I was dying, dying of Sickle cell anemia. The unseen enemy was passed to me by parents and it was bent on stealing my breath away. It was a dark fate and ...

Lissome lilly dancing by the stream tell me , have you seen my dream? Curious canoe crooning on salty brine do you see her shine? Gentle goddess floating in the sky tell me, can my dream reaches strong and high?

Drops of Rain On patched terrains Sweet solo Drizzling With ample alto Fresh breath Of waking flowers On the cheeks Of shy roses Chilled dew Kissing The lips of grassy green This Is you My precious petal.

Tender night tender night Fills me with blues Tender night tender night Thrills me with blooms. Tender night tender night Tell me a tale Tender night tender night Will I love again?

S upple skin And milky liquid; I want to gulp the world. Bland breeze Cuddles my lips; I want to kiss the moon. Smoldering ripples Tickles my palms; I want to surf the sea. Joyous jingles Lick at my limbs; I want to ride with you.

Darkness. It overshadowed the world with wrath and war. With its vicious forces that stretched like the sea, the world fell again and again. Brutality. That was the word for the massacre. With their weapons dripping with blood and flesh, the forces of the dark lord hacked mercilessly the souls of men. Countless heads rolled down the mountains of the earth. None could save it. Its helplessness was a disaster. The enemies advanced deeper into the heart of the world, thirsty for more blood, for more victories. Amidst dark and gruesome clamour, they plundered everything they found on their ways. like swarms of locusts on the loose, they marched, raining fire and chaos. Women, helpless and powerless met their doom in the hands of these brutal fighters who raped and tortured them to their untimely death. Vulnerable, children found their innocence stolen from them, as they saw blood flowed like a river. They saw their world crumbled and they wept. On his dark beast, the dark lord beamed wi...

I On this bed Sleeps an older bird His home was once a nest But here, he lays to rest II Upon this chest Lays a precious pearl Yesterday, he sucked the milky earth Today, he drank dreary death. III Don’t cry when you see the grave For it is made for the brave Life comes and go like rain So will you when your breath is slain

Once upon a time in your arm, I saw pleasure on the fingertips of bursting dusk and my body throbbed to the rhythm. In your arm, time lost its urgency and passion triumphed like waterlilly. soft moist dew trickled and glistened on flesh intertwined in battle and victory. Once upon a time in your arm, I found you. I found me

Love Fell Love fell and a million hell burst crudely with sapphire. The earth trembles, trickling with salty brine and tepid tears nearly drown the soul. Love, tender and sweaty, was pushed down the craggy edge of the wild mountain and she wept. With its fluid alto, she wept for help and breath until the terror, ready and raw welcomes her where corpses littered and passions mangled. Love fell and the earth fell too.

Love Fell Love fell and a million hell burst crudely with sapphire. The earth trembles, trickling with salty brine and tepid tears nearly drown the soul. Love, tender and sweaty, was pushed down the craggy edge of the wild mountain and she wept. With its fluid alto, she wept for help and breath until the terror, ready and raw welcomes her where corpses littered and passions mangled. Love fell and the earth fell too.

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December 5: This morning, I woke to the gruesome sonance of death. Horror seemed to be everywhere, banqueting freely on human flesh like a vampire. From the mission house, we could see as smokes of burnt houses ascended to form an alliance with the grizzled cloud. Shouts of terror, wailing sounds of guns and Arabic chanting became so regular, it nearly twisted one’s brain. Later, when the terror seemed to have subsided, father went out to see what was going on. I volunteered to go with him but mother would have none of it. When he returned about three hours after, he did not come alone. He came with so many families who brought with them tears of sorrow and loss. Father announced to us that the Jihadists have declared war on us. Christians in Zaranda have been marked and their blood will the shed. This is happening because a Corper seized the Holy Book from a boy who was caught chanting a verse during his lesson. Some of our visitors slept inside the church while the rest ...

Your blue, Bathes with golden hue And love brims Like the fertile sea.