​It started with a small scratch, 

Then developed to a wound, 

A wound that I would never want to dry up, 




Your eyes 
Are like two windows
To a quaint 
And charming soul.

Your lips
Two fine-carved doorposts
To a fragrant 
Sugar bowl.

Your cheeks – 
Frames of perfection
‘Bout your 
Painted-perfect face.

Your eyebrows – 
Wisps of beauty.
The adornment 
Of your grace.

Your neck
A fragile tower
From one treasure
To the next.

Your shoulders
Cap the wonder
Of the form
That has me vexed.

Your breasts
Pillows of pleasure
On a frame
Of perfect grace.

Your belly
Soft, inviting, 
Beckoning me 
Down to that place.

And when
I cup my hands
And bring your pleasure 
To my lips,

I reel 
At the narcotic
Of your moan
And bucking hips.

Your love
Is like the fragrance
Of desire
To my soul.

Your heart
Is like the treasure
Of my heaping 
Ice-cream bowl.

Your lips 
I find the keyhole
That unlocks 
My wildest bliss.

Your body
The nutrition
That I take 
With each sweet kiss.

And when I think
In wonder
That this woman 
Is my own,

I shake my head
And thank the Lord
For this 
My Bone of bone.



I would never write a poem about love-

But on that night you showed me

There was nothing left to write but love.

I would never write a poem about love-

But on that night as your drunk words played 

Sweet inviting rhythms in my drunk ears,

You showed me there was nothing left to write but love.

I would never write a poem about love-

But on that night as we took turn on a single bottle of wine,

As my dried lips touched its edge- wet with your wine flavoured saliva,

As I hoped it was your lips instead,

You showed me there was nothing left to write but love.

I would never write a poem about love –

As I bid you goodnight,

As I wrapped you in my arms for a hug- tight,

As I pulled back from you and whispered;

            ‘may I taste your tongue tonight?’

As you leaned forward and closed your eyes,

And you opened your mouth,

As I reached for you and parted my lips too to finally open yours,

As I grabbed your waist,

And I pulled you even closer,

Our groins joined together,

As everything became nothing;

As everyone became no one,

As you became the one,

As we became one,

As our mouth found each other,

And I finally sucked your tongue soft and slow and then harder,

All at once, so tender,

As everything around us on the roof top blew like firework in the dark,

In the city wherein it’s forbidden,

You showed me that if all of these were not love then this is not,

And I still have not written a poem about love



I have been referred to 

With numerous names,

I have been spoken of,

For playing mind games.

I have been called

An opportunistic,

Who uses her womanly wiles,

To get her way,

And get away,

With people by using smiles.

If I wear bright colours,

A bungle, a bindi,

And a pair of earring,

I’m said to have 

Taken pains

To look good and dress up.

If I laugh aloud,

I have no shame,

If I don’t I’m a snob,

If I’m independent,

They think it’s due to my job.

I have had enough and now it’s time,

For me to raise my voice,

I am, a widow, I agree,

But I was never by choice.

I’m not a widow of opportunity,

Nor a tissue to be used and throw,

Neither am I a damsel in despair,

Nor a broken bow.

I do not need any shoulder

To cry and lean on,

Do not think I’m emotionally weak,

I don’t need another ‘someone’

I really pity 

The people who see

The smile on my face for their notion,

They can never see 

The pain within me,

For them my heart isn’t open.

Not that my life 

Is centered around

What people think and say. 

I live my life,

On my own terms,

I follow my own pathway.

I am still married 

To the man I love,

Even if I’m called a widow,

My heart knows

That he knows it too,

Because my soul tells me so.




play me tonight.jpgPlay on the piano tonight for me,

I’ll lean on your shoulder

And listen to harmonious notes,

That flicker between thoughts,

and carry the soul to unfold,

between my eyes like a dream,

rise, and flicker like fireflies.


Play me tonight a soulful song,

Let us cover the stars,

Let the birds fall silent and listen,

Notes floats in the air,

Carried by a light breeze,

Echo in this silence,

Lulled to sleep by my heartbeat.


Play me tonight like never before,

Allow my fingers to touch your neck,

I want to feel the rhythm and depth,

With most ardent desire,

Let me bring the sounds in this dream,

Tonight I belong to you through notes,

From the fire, like phoenix, I rise.


Women are like apples on the trees,
Swaying lovingly in the breeze,
Men look, feast, flirt and admire all to see,
For the best ones are at the top of the tree.

Most men dont want to reach for the good ones,
They used to wistle now they use cell phones,
Because they are afraid of falling and get hurt,
Instead they just get the rotten apples in the dirt.

From the ground they are not as good but easy,
Even if they have no beauty and full of acne,
So the apple at the top think something is wrong with them,
When in reality they’re amaizing because the man is the problem.

They’ve to wait for the right man to come for matrimony,
Those brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree,
She may allow you to kiss her from her head to her toe,
She may allow you to take her to her bed and asking for mo’
Then if you play your card right and are not mean,
She might ask you to kiss her all over in between. 

But remember laddies Men ae like fine wine,
They start out as grapes, some some sour, some fine,
It’s upto women to stomp the crap out of them, getting to the pith,
Untill they turn into something really accaptable to have dinner with.


I was moved by what she said. No lady had ever said that thing to me before. I began to feel for her and that was when I started to really care for her. She looked at my feet and said. “Aaah.. Adeoluwa. Look at your toe nails. Don’t you cut them?” I felt a bit embarrassed and said. “No now… They are hard and my nail cutter is missing. I will get another one in town.” She then said. “Do you have a razor blade? Let me help you cut it.” I said. “No oo.. Please I don’t like using razor on me, it could cut me.” She then said. “Trust me.”
I got her the razor blade and she meticulously cut my toe nails neatly. She then took a napkin soaked with water and she cleaned my feet. No

lady had shown me much compassion and care. Immediately I erased the lustful thoughts I had on her and I decided to do everything to make her succeed in her JAMB exams.

Our friendship grew and I found out how remarkable she was. I began to love her but I fought really hard not to reveal it to her. I respected her and I knew she was a good lady and I didn’t want to start something I couldn’t finish. I was aware we both had feelings for each other, but I was afraid it will lead to nowhere and also I didn’t want to make a promise I couldn’t fulfill. It was a tough decision for me because I had to fight every temptation that came my way. She was really improving in her preparations towards her examination. She was able to solve all the difficult problems she once faced and I was proud she was making a headway.

The JAMB exams came and she smashed it. She scored 250 and I bought her a wrist watch for doing so good. It was friday night around 9:30pm. I heard a knock on the door and it was Tope. I was really surprised seeing her there and I said to her. “Why are you out this late?” She said. “I told my mom I was going for Vigil.” I then said. “Come in, you lied to your mom abi?” She couldn’t answer me. I made her noodles and she ate. We both laid down on the bed, I knew what I feared the most was revealing its head. I had just my boxers on and I don’t like sleeping with much clothes on.

She then said. “Do you have water in the bathroom, I want to shower.” I then knew that night was going to be an intriguing one. I said. “Yes there’s water in the bathroom. You can use this towel it’s clean.” She took the towel and went into the bathroom…

Shall we observe a minute silence for this guy hehehehehe…….WATCH OUT FOR EPISODE 5