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PHOTO CREDIT; SAATCHI ART.

*POETRY AND TEA*.

THE SILENT POISON.

"July’s rain

pouring heavily on Feronmi’s

Thatch hut

Soaking the red walls

Feronmi sat just by her firewood

As she cooked dinner

Adding his favorite spice

And something extra.

A mixture of pain, betrayal, and whatever it was

Glistened in her round eye balls

As Jubril walked into the house.

Smelling of rain and another woman.

She took his bag from him.

With a coy, deceitful smile

I could tell!

Made him seat comfortably on his favourite chair

She stroked his back with her delicate fingers

And watched him swallow lumps

after lumps

Savouring the finger-licking Melon soup

After which, he lay down to sleep.

Never to wake up again.

Feronmi wasn’t a fighter.

She was a silent poison.

So sweet that it kills you before

You realize it.

And she had given Jubril

A savory taste of his own medicine."

MOREMI.

"If Moremi hadn’t danced,

Hadn’t danced to Chief Atunu’s loud, hungry drums.

If she hadn’t just closed her eyes and ran

into his sickle cell home

Immersed in chaos and aggression

Of three tribally marked women

Thick and heavy

Like a bamboo stick

Moremi Kija

Sold for shelter and a longer throat

Chief Atunu had paid all the bills.

And put food on their table.

He deserved his reward.

Don’t you think?

And Moremi was promised to him.

Before she kissed Mother Earth.

She wished she had ran

as fast as her legs could carry her.

But then,

Her legs had a mind of their own.

She wished she had Eloped with Somto, her Ibo lover.

But the smell of fresh mint notes and expensive Perfume clouded her nostrils.

Even a toddler could smell the war.

She was in for

The drums of death quietly faded away.

as she was being released

from the firm grip

Of Labake, her senior wife

Who held her down and stuffed freshly pounded atarodo into her nostrils.

The same nostrils that had been beclouded by the smell of fresh "Owo"

And what was her offense?

It was her turn to warm the chief's bed.

Chuckles.

There was indeed more to come."

WITH US.

"We bemoan, we curse

And we become exactly what we detest.

We are not at fault.

Our pain, pleasure, and humanity

Sometimes Mold and produce

A puffy and defiant monster

That is after its own belly.

We make ourselves ,ourselves.

One hurt from Collins

One betrayal from Cecilia

And we become the pain they dished out.

Hot and spicy on enamel plates

We discard the values we once held.

Shoving them into the trash

We can’t help it.

But we can take responsibility.

But then Kosi and Emeka

Are willing to show us the love.

And everything in between.

Very questionable, we think.

But then, we can’t help it.

Having swallowed too much bile

We don’t care for candy.

And Although we can’t help it

We can remedy it.".

THE SCORPION.

"Words after words

slowly turning into sentences

The mouth's greatest weapon

Slowly becoming bitter

As one is possessed with a subtle yet

Powerful spirit

With a creeping force, one is compelled to do the worst.

And before you bat an eyelid,

You are back.

As sane as ever.

With a pang of sharp regret thugging at your chest.

Letting you know that you have been stung by the scorpion -RAGE

You had its poison in you.

And you were done for

It might kill you.

On a lucky day, you might survive.

It’s sting."

DEEP MUSINGS.

"Silently,quietly painting 10 years on a Canvas

Reflecting on what really matters

Envisioning life through the eyes of the tiny showers

I could call it madness, but it isn’t.

Perhaps it is.

but a different kind.

Flipping pages is worth a million dollars.

Buried in the truths of time and chance

I’m sure to make a difference."

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