Twilight

Darkness deep, haunted dreams bastards bleeds treasury thin. Sugary lips, moisten pit trickers lick clitoris clean.

  At ten, Ajayi wanted to be a millionaire. At twenty, the richest man in Africa. Now at forty five and seriously jobless, he is about to jump down the bridge! Everywhere, the world is dark and cold; on the deserted bridge, he perches dangerously on the rusty rail, ready to be drunk in the chilling death below. Down, way down, the water is waiting, its hidden claws, sharp and ready. Hilarious enough, the man of the moment decides to count one to ten before taking the fatal dive. He is still counting when an eerie but majestic voice booms, cutting through the dark like a faceless dagger. ‘What do you think you are doing, you moron?’ Ajayi freezes! He surveys the environment. Nothing! ‘Are you deaf?’ the voice persists. ‘ I say what are you trying to do?’ ‘Who are you?’ Ajayi screams, his eyes searching. Silence. ‘Where are you?’ ‘Up here.’ ‘What is this about? There is nothing up there!’ ‘Look harder and you will se...

I will seduce the sun, mount the moon I will rape the rainbow right in her room I will silence the sea, bribe the blue I will rig the races freely for the flu I will burn the bridges, blast the bliss I will weary the waters with my fist I will tender terror for a tea I will bless the brothers with the bee I will flare the fear, feast on their feet I am the fury of Allah, I am Ghadafi

One goal, one laughter from the lore One flow, one swansong from the shore One smile, one cuddle from the sun One dance, one salute to the dawn One day, the green will be watered and poise for a kiss that day, the children will dream and dream for a bliss One touch, one caress from the hue One wing, one soaring to the blue One giggle, one chuckling of the rain One future, one budding of the brain One day, the young will find their voice when we give ours the morrow will look its best when they get the hours One goal, one laughter from the lore One flow, one swansong from the shore

The pain assailed crudely, bent on tasting blood. It burnt like fire, bite like ice, and darkness became the king. At that darkest hour, I knew death was nearby but it was torturing my soul rather than killing it. How can dying be more gruesome than death? My eyes snapped open amidst splashing pains and there he was by my bedside. My husband was sleeping, his head resting at the edge of the bed. That moment, desire flowed through my vein like a sparkling spring. I wanted badly to stroke his head one more time. I wanted to look into his eyes and once again soar on the magic of his fingers, but my arms failed me. The only thing I was capable was tears and it burst again and again. For fifteen years, we had both loved. Despite not giving him a child, he loved me all the same. A medical doctor, gifted in the art of mellowing poetry, Toye knew how to spice my smile with those soft words. On our wedding night, he told me I had the best breasts in the whole world and nicknamed them his little...

Rain o rain thou art my favourite refrain on my lips you taste better and I slipped farther... farther and farther until there was no pain

Don't tell me why the sun deflowered the moon and the rain the noon Don't tell me why the dew caressed the leaves and the spring the green But tell me why your day kisses my night and my night your day