Eket 0.5
Here it rains on Mondays - right at the break of dawn on Sundays too, so we stay home. It rains on sad days, happy days and even on days when we wear
Nsisong Effiong
The Happiness jar
I made a happiness jar Out of an old lotion container; transparent, label peeled off, cover glued shut Just a slit for the memories to slide in and breathe That day the sun
Dark days
There is something in the darkness that knew my name Knew how to whisper it right, and make my ears burn Made me weary of the light, Of flowers, of laughter and the
No. 33
Today, I passed by No. 33 again And like all the other times, I imagine your face, your smile - into beautiful and bright coloured murals, then paint them out on the glass
Reaping Happiness
I've always considered happiness as the planting - the active state where company and fun coalesces into joy but in the course of picking the most memorable moment in my life
Untethered: Memoirs of a retired nerd
I'm a very private person. If life was an AA meeting, I would be that one guy who comes in every time, sits at the back, listens to everybody's
Nostalgia
When I pass through villages, On trips home - from equally classy towns I’m filled with this longing of a life, A life I once had Of green, wild bushes, Farmlands and
A Random Harmattan Night in Abuja
I was first drawn to the leaves - the leaves, brown and layered out on the ground Occasionally they would rise and fall, rise and fall, rise and fall In continued obeisance to
The Plea
Stay here and love me let me bask in your laughter, conspire against june... For death is- an unwilling pilgrim always, seeking a little rest
Tomorrow's Muse
With determination, the sun wakes to chase the moon away, dusts her seat and seeths with mild fury. Wake to taunts of the birds In their carefree symphony Why snuggle under sheets when
An Early Morning Stroll
The cold wind whips across my face, dreams rouse lazily in my eyes, priming her meddling grip on my mind, Readying me for yet another race. I sigh, wondering how long I'
The Man From Down The Street
Going down the street, I saw a man staring intently at a wall I didn't believe he was as old as he looked because poverty had obviously taken him as mate