THE NIGHT The night is full of fresh air One which come with the wind Talking of the Wind, she is irresistable Sweetly, comely to
Month: Aug 2016
Cold Rain in Uyo
There was a rush of rainfall on the window side Accompanied by a burst of cold wind Which ate deep into the flesh of careless
A muse: Love
Days pass to weeks weeks to months Roses grow to shrubs from greens to oranges The dawn to dusk path of life is made so;
The Glass Wall, and a commentary on friendship
The angered throw stones at the glass wall He shouts and curses, He yells and he faints But the glass wall sits and watches… Rain
Paper Poetry
Shake off the fatigue The world waits to meet you The world waits to celebrate you Look beyond the dark skies Look beyond your heights
African Inspiration
I see inspiration. In our conversation, In the mornings we talk My pen grow fruitful Your memories take me places, to the peaks of African
