NAIJA BLOG

  How you waited for the day where you could see the sun rising across the Bight of Benin oh Cudjoe the fear and dread of the fateful day, where the women of Dahomey captured and sole you wrenching you from your source remained a torment till your death. Oh Cudjoe, your life was spent in limbo in a place you did not understand in life, you did not wish to have everything was in expectation of going home. You wore the clothes that were not yours you bore a name that was not yours   Cudjoe, in death, you were reunited  and your mother would call you olu...and you would run with your three brothers and two sisters to feel your mother's warmth.   

 Creator or Destroyer, Ideation, Escapism, or Repression? Imagination, Malevolent or Benovolent  You  destroy whom you  or create what you destroy, Stuck between the vortex of your clutch Amidst the Sisyphean trudge towards creation or immobility Imagination, my foe, my friend

 God why have you fated me for pain the pain of the abandoned the pain of the unrequited  the pain of thee rejected and ostracised the pain of the grieving the pain of the anguish Oh God why do you demand love in a heart and has been colored with grief why do you seek adoration in eyes that have seen so much why do you demand enthusiasm from a heart that has been sick God why do you demand so much  from a life that has been given pain? not ingratitude to seek solace from you iTs not sinful to question the action from the written it's not wrong to ask why from the silent sky and  curl and know there will never be answers  I don't sin knowing you will be silent I don't believe knowing you take what you take and leave e that hope is foolish, cynicism is real. Silent God, every watching in judgment for this sick heart to turn. you flood me with memories of blessings I cry in pain ever sure of your silence... I see your justice sometimes and your injustice all the ti...

 Oh age..  you tamer of mind cutter of wit destroyer of dreams how did you catch me in your grasp I, the butterfly so sure so sound now full of pauses  and words unsaid, fear and terror Age, you weaken the bones you weaken the spirit and the soul is left vacuum of dreams and denial

You know me but you dont, i am the butterfly that flutters and rests on your cheek, then fades away when you seek. I am the loyal friend, the sweetest heart, the raging bull whose tongue is a sharp tool. Ying and Yang, darkness and light, cosmic flow of illusion, constant check of reality. Conformity my demise, stagnation my death the chameleon, mustang, or the zebra, ever-changing,never tamed. what mask will I wear? Will my mood fall heavy today and will I spin heavy , a dark cloud, causing chaos like a tornado Will I be the bright sky, chirping bird, easy laugh? My soul the unending battleground, between good and evil,Gemini yes,bipolar, maybe My despair inspires, my euphoria enlightens, i am who i am, straight talking, slick tongued, brutal, kind, fleet footed messenger of mercury

  You who lived too much, Unrestrained by life's pleasures  So you sought and sought the dragon's tail Belle and Beauty, so they stood bowed in awe.   Entrapped in your laughter, Helpless in desire You were destroyer and builder No one could compete with your beauty and charm, humour and zest You were adored by all.   You were the party that never ended, long after everyone had gone home Beauty expires, looks fades You did not realise when the winds changed You strode into middle age, unstable and untamed  Unable to change, rejecting those who loved you for the thrill of the chase.   You were the flame that destroyed all close to it So we learned to stay far, from where we would not be razed. Oh VV who could not know when to stop the pursuit of pleasure. Dying alone, oh what a tragic fate  

 Underneath the wide streets and stone-coated roofs lies a nation watered in blood. Beneath the terminal leaders clawing into the soft folds of power, lies a gluttonous lust to destroy the body and soul. O numerous dead, slaughtered in Kano, Asaba, Benue your voices still cry to the archangels, Michael, Rapheal, Ariel,  why the silence. Killers who roamed free in the dawn of their youth now are forcefully humbled by the pain of age you too will fade away or will be destroyed by the cries of the souls who haunt your empty souls.