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Moments of passion.


Like all lovers’ seasons, our was a season of laughter

Not even in the worst of movies do such seasons ever end in disaster.

Bridges may crumble but our mindset will let us elevate and shine far,

For I have told my heart to be patient so we can have stories to tell in our ever after.

Rocks and bricks they may throw against us

The storms may even get to send us falling down face first

But it’s not the end of the world just because we’ve lost our taste buds

For true love eventually survives all tests whether or not we say it is tasteless.

Moments of passion – 08 April, 2018



Touch of FEAR!

Is fear real or just a mirage?
I could feel my sweat pores open up one after the other

My breath became heavy like that of a labouring mother.

My hair stood on end and even my clothing felt a mile away from my skin.

Everything had left me. Everything!

I was on the verge of leaving me too – insanity. 

I wish I could. 

And that was it; the storm had ended.

One swift rush of adrenaline and a moment felt like a lifetime. 

Fear. If only it was less real.

Hello Man

Sunset at Limbe, Cameroon
Hello man!!! Are you that weak? I see you tremble.

So all the tales of you in heights of great are nothing but a bunch of lies?

Thought you were a mountain till you turned out to be a pebble.

Oh yes! Your faith is weak. I see nothing but fear in your eyes.

Hello Man! Are you even a man? Moments ago I saw you go back to your vomit.

Eating it with relish like it was all a hungry man could find on his plate. 

So you had the choice but you choose to ruin it?

You are no better than a dog that has lost a fight to its mate. Ughhh!!!

Hello man! Wake up please, you are better than this.

What you carry could make the world go down on her knees.

You are much better than you think, all you need is a third chance.

For if only you could open your eyes then you would see you are equipped with all you need; dust yourself.

The world is yours to win man.

New Day Kid

New day kid…You never got to witness the moonlight dances

Never got to listen to fireside stories

Only heard in the yard there were once masquerade dances

And a time when only parents had worries.

You only heard but never saw cos you are a new day kid.

New day kid…

Fighting to stay alive like a gazelle chased by a hunter

All hopes of the future finally put asunder

Now all you have as a childhood is days of wonder and wander.

Who knows it may make you someday get wiser

It’s now your experience to handle new day kid.

New day kid…

You were once told there was once enough food for tomorrow

Now the most you seem able to lay hands on is sorrow.

Crumbs from the big belly’s table are delicacies for your marrow

Your turn they say would come when you grow old

That’s the system whether you are old or just a new day kid

New day kid…

You are the emblem of an upcoming radical revolution

When you’ll have no “white bearded scholars” leading the nations

And strict accountability as a footstool for progression

Who else is more apt to initiate real revolution but the new day kid?

The future is now!!

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When you write

When you write, you create your own stage

You determine your actions and reactions, utterances and captions.

You pick and pin, relating it all to the stories you’ve seen and lived

You give the world a peep through your lens

Sleepless nights rewarded by that swift adrenaline rush when the curtains are raised

Tons of hours hours exhausted in seconds, make it seem like nothing.

An hour or two of glory and you leave the limelight

Back to the old times; cold bed, warm chair, pen in hand, more fear.

You can never outlive the times but you try to while you can.

It’s a cycle: create, enjoy, retreat, repeat.

Better than nothing is a moment of thrill and fame.

Raising curtains, breaking boundaries, climbing mountains and skipping valleys

Creating memes, staging plays, penning days, leaving stains

Toiling through more sleepless nights just in the hope that someone will one day recall your name.

A look from the future.

When we are born, we are young, we grow old then we die.

Everything eventually ends just like eating a pie. Continue reading A look from the future.


Moses was a man of few words, more action

Noah a man of faith, no distractions

Even in exile, John got revelations

And oh yes! Our saviour Christ was a man of meditation.


They braved the odds against trend and tendency

Gave their all, left a mark for us to see

What perfect examples of a legacy

Till date their stories still change you and me.


Then it was them, now it is you

You are the society, adults and youth

Bring up your kids in a way that’s good

Leave a legacy that’ll make them proud of you.


Kids like to hear but they love to watch

Set an example that matters much,

Let them see in you the saviour’s touch

There’s no legacy greater than such.

What’s a legacy to you? Share your thoughts below.

Tales of the City – The Politician and poet.

Approach me now, poet of the city

But say nothing to me lame or silly

For I hear with words you are great and witty.


Here is wine for your fill to drink

And your thoughts to guide when you think

Hold your tongue, just yet don’t speak.


Come to my banquet poet of the city

Let’s have some fun, don’t say am greedy

Feast with me let’s feel the city


Why not when we all part tomorrow?

None of these to you I borrow

So that you don’t go home in sorrow.


Listen to me poet of the city

To great men wine is tricky

Makes you think fast not greedy.


Look poet I brought you ink and jotter

Make use of it to keep your thoughts from the gutter

Wine is good but your words are better


Sit up now poet of the city

It time for work no more merry,

Let the wine bring out your witty.


Tell the world of my love and greatness

Say I bring joy and hope for the hopeless

We both know am so kind and fearless.


Use your words to make them love me

Their praises can’t bring you what my wine gives

You had your opinion once but now mine lives.

If left alone you could be a mine field.


to be continued…

Life as choice.

Life is fun, life is joy,

Life is sad and life is dumb

These four, we all know will come.

Get ready to receive them turn by turn.

What to eat and what to not,

What to wear and what to drop,

Nothing feels better

When the choice is yours.

Still you’ll ask what is life?

Stay single or get a wife?

Move out of home to get a life?

Whatever you do, just stay wise.

Its your choice wether to play with toys.

Life is short, make your choice

Say it all, gain your voice.

When you’re done, you’ll see life as choice.

Share your thoughts below.

Speech of yesterday

Silence is virtue, silence is golden

Gives you control, keeps your words chosen

Makes you reverred, sure it is golden.

But what use is gold if you are in bondage?

I’d rather be free and called a savage

Than live in splendor and yet be garbage.

I’ll be different, I’ll choose freedom

I won’t let society and fears ruin my passion

Yes I know its easier said than in action.


Its a tough journey I am willing to take

Too many sacrifices I’ve got to make

Cut the fun, the bills, the drinks and the fake.

I know it’ll hurt and when it does…

I’ll run, I’ll cry, I’ll release the pain

I’ll return, I’ll smile, I’ll love again

Its all the past, and can’t be regained.

Just a little longer then it’ll all be over

I know its ok to feel bad and ponder.

Then one morning, nightmare’s over…

Like Mama Angelou, “I’ll rise”

Like King Solomon, I’ll be wise

I’ll put in my best, I know I’ll thrive.

I’ll overcome my fears

And still be humble amidst cheers,

Things you learn when climbing stairs.


Feel free to share your thoughts below.