Eulogy

He stands with his right leg on a low stool

His right hand raised to the sky

Where the axe- the symbol of his godhood

Conjures lightning from a cloudless sky;

His mouth breathe fire

Tempestuous is his rage

No one dares stand before his wrath;

His eyes are blood shot

Like orbs of fire set in their sockets

His face is set as a flint;

The singers stand at a distance and sing his praise

The drummer strikes the talking drum with dexterity;

“No one dares Oba Olukoso” the drum belts out

“No one except he who wants to eat the sand for dinner”;

The soprano breaks out in a eulogy:

“The great one that wrestled and conquered Oya-

The fairest damsel that clothes herself with the body of a water buffalo”

“The hardened heart that is only touched by the plea of his lover”;

He sways like one drunken with the new wine

He takes an unsteady step forwards and then staggers backward

He is drunk

On the praises;

He is Sango,

The god of thunder.

 

The Sanctuary

Where I go, you can’t come
It is a sacred ground
A hallowed chamber;
It is a place of memories,
A shrine dedicated to love;
There I sit, legs tucked underneath
Dressed in white, the garb of pure love
Palms pressed together,
Eyes closed
And await the visitation.
She comes to me dressed in purple,
Eyes aglow, shades of blue and brown,
She glides on air;
Her scent fills the temple,
Cinnamon and jasmine,
Fruity and sultry;
She touches me, strokes me
From the head down, stoking dying
Embers of lusts, fanning the flames of passion;
I watch her through tear filled eyes
As she sits astride and makes love to me;
I weep as she rides to ecstasy, her skin glowing;
She leaves and my heart breaks all over,
I empty my eyes of tears and
I’m left empty
Hollow;
I stand up and leave
I do not look back
I lock the doors and keep it in the purse close to my heart
Till the next time
When I return to worship
In the sanctuary
Of pain.

Surreal

Goodnight
Is like a door
Shutting me out
Leaving me all alone
Longing and yearning
Craning to look inside;
I want to be inside
A part of you;
I don’t want you to leave
I want to walk with you
Hold your hands
Draw you close
And wrap myself around you;
With you, I feel alive
I feel complete;
I ache, being apart from you
I miss you a great deal;
You are my one true love
The one I want to be with
The one that my heart chooses
And pines for;
Every moment spent
Away from you is hell
And when you say ‘goodnight’
I hear the thud of a closed door
And a deafening silence;
Time stands still and I float
Feeling nothing
Drifting downward in a surreal world
Sinking deeper into despair
And wincing as the pain hits;
Oh darling,
Loving you hurts!

Speaking in Poems

I. Clogged

The tap is dry

The well is full

The pipe is clogged.

II. Well

Let down the pitcher

Draw from my well

Water as sweet as wormwood.

 

III. Cold Sun

It is sunny

How is it that I am shivering?

Sadness is the sun

And pain is the blanket

Wrapped around my soul.

IV. Fruit Basket

A basket full of love

Balanced delicately

On the heart

A feast left untouched

Luscious fruits left rotten.

 

Relics

In a heart full of clutter

Relics lay strewn all over

Reminders of a golden era;

A time of merriment and laughter,

When the wind belted out music

And the feet skipped gaily,

The trees and the birds sang in harmony

And rain drops on the roof was a soulful melody;

The world was painted in the bright hues of love

Woven in a rich tapestry of passion;

A memory here, an image there

Covered in dust, from the passage of time

Hoping to heal from the pain;

The heart does not let go

And every once in a while takes the trip

Riding on the waves of ecstasy to a happier time

Returning with tears and red rimmed eyes

Bemoaning the tragedy

Of love lost.

 

Love in the air

Love is in the air.

Its scent is intoxicating

Suffocating even

Enveloping me all around

Drowning me in its depths.

It is good, isn’t it?

No, it isn’t!

Love is a poison

It kills all joy

And leaves behind only a skeleton

Shadows of the real.

Love is bittersweet

Sweet when you dream it

And it exists only in your fantasy

But in reality, it stings

Much like the bite of a scorpion

It is deadly, like the viper’s venom.

Love changes you

Weakens you, makes you do crazy things

Things you wouldn’t dream you could ever do

Love makes a mincemeat of you.

 

Bola sighed as she took a forkful of the salad and chewed. She closed her eyes and forced herself to concentrate and enjoy the dinner date. Bayo had been wonderful. She had woken up to a tray of French toast with poached eggs and a cup of tea set beside her on the king sized bed. Next to it had been a card with the words “if nothing lasts forever, will you be my nothing”. Her eyes had misted as she looked up into brown eyes lit up with a smile.

Bayo had insisted on doing the dishes and the other house chores and she had lazed in bed all morning. It was a Saturday and they were both at home. All day, Bayo had pampered her and here they were on a romantic date at one of the finest restaurants in town. Everything was perfect.

Not quite.

She couldn’t get him off her mind. When she had opened her eyes and stared into the brown eyes of her husband, she had seen him instead. He was topless with ripped muscle and a tapering waist with narrow hips, just like he had been in her dreams. It had taken her a few seconds before the full image of her husband came into view. All morning while curled up in bed to a Nora Roberts novel, she had been thinking of him. Memories had flooded her mind making her body shiver from the sensations the memories evoked. She had imagined spending the whole day with him and the things they would have done together.

Tried as she had, she hadn’t been able to shake him off her mind. She saw his face, and the boyish grin, the twinkle in his eyes and the way his brows creased when he was deep in thought. She remembered the way he looks at her, like a child looking at his favorite candy, the gentleness of his touch and his thoughtfulness. She remembered the way he makes her laugh and the silent moments of companionable silence. With the memory came a rush of emotions; nostalgia, longing, pain and guilt. It was over a year and she still missed him and still had feelings for him.

She had thought that with time, the feelings would fade away but time seemed to have had no effect on the way she felt about him. She felt guilty for loving another man other than her husband. When it had become unbearable, she had started praying about it but nothing seemed to be working. She had considered telling her husband about it but she was afraid he would not understand and she might hurt him instead. It had been a huge burden.

She knew that she loved her husband and would not do anything to hurt him but whenever she thought of Sayo, she felt a rush of emotion, tingling sensations running all over her body and a certain fondness and a desire to nurture him. It felt good and it was also scary. If she had any choice, she would rather have wished to spend this day with him.

She jerked as a hand touched her. She had been so lost in thought that she hadn’t heard a word of what her husband her said.

“Are you alright?” Bayo’s fingers were gently caressing her palm. His brows were creased in a frown.

She forced a smile. “I am fine” she replied, “I guess I am just overwhelmed by the special way you have treated me today.”

“You know I love you right?” Bayo said looking her in the eye. It was almost like he knew what she had been thinking “I am glad you are my wife and that I get to spend the rest of my life with you. I promise to always love you”

“I love you Bayo Adeniran. You are a good man, the best man that any woman would wish for” her voice had been husky as different feelings washed over her. She felt a deep admiration for him and fondness. Still there was a yearning and a void inside of her. She wished she could love him with all of her and she had been trying to love him fully in the last one year. He deserved a woman that would love him and cherish him and give him her all. She felt like she was cheating on him and that made her feel horrible.

He smiled then and she felt warm inside. He had a really cute smile and small pink lips that were made for kissing.

A movement caught her eye and she froze as her eyes settled on a pair of black eyes that were set in a face that was well chiseled with square jaw. Her heart stopped and then picked up at a faster rate as her eyes moved downwards to well-shaped mouth, the sight of which triggered memories of the pleasures hidden in them. He was dressed in a patterned tie and dyed top over black jeans and a pair of black suede shoes. Her eyes moved upwards but this time all she saw was taut abdominal muscles and ripped muscles and a low riding jeans with tufts of hair above the waistline. She swallowed convulsively and blinked rapidly to clear the image.

He was walking towards her now and she couldn’t take her eyes off him as he strolled leisurely towards their table.

“Hello Bola” he said in a low baritone voice that made her tingle down beneath. He had the sexiest voice ever and the things those voice had said to her! “Happy valentines”. A look passed in his eyes, one she couldn’t place, and it was too transient for her to figure out. He extended a hand to her and she took it in hers. It was soft and supple.

“Hi Sayo” she replied “happy valentines. Good to see you”

Sayo’s eyes lingered on hers for a moment and she saw him swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. He turned and greeted Bayo, shaking him and making small talk. Although he was not looking at her, Bola knew he was following her every movement from the side of his eyes.

She watched him walk away and her heart followed him. She hoped for one last glimpse of him as he reached the door but he didn’t look back. She sighed and returned her attention to her husband.

Outside, Sayo leaned against the door and took a deep breath. He hadn’t been prepared for the emotions that were aroused in him at seeing her tonight. She looked every inch as beautiful as before and still had that glow. He sighed as he clenched his fist stilling his hands from shaking.

He wanted her. He wanted her badly and it was an ache that reached deep into his soul. He had loved her with all his heart and he would gladly have gone to the ends of the earth and back for her. He had never loved any one as he had loved her and it had been scary and mind-blowing at the same time. He never could believe that he could live without her.

The months apart had helped him deal with the pain of losing her and he had begun to think he was over her. But when he had tried dating again, he realized that he had not gotten over Bola.

His six month old relationship had just ended that night. Feyi had told him she was no longer interested because she knew he loved another. He had been shocked but he hadn’t been able to deny it. Feyi deserved better and he knew he would never be able to give her what she wanted.

He wondered at the twist of fate. His relationship had ended on the same night that he saw the woman who was the reason why his relationship had to end.

“Sir are you all right?” the guard at the door interrupted his thoughts.

“I am fine, thank you” he replied opening his eyes.

He walked towards his car in the parking lot and drove home.

 

 

 

Bloom

My heart is lead

It sits heavy in my chest

It is raw and

Full of sores

Love ooze from every pore

For you, my darling;

From my very soul, it flows

Pure and true

See how it forms a puddle

On the earth!

Yet you wilt

A flower left without

The water of love;

My love cannot reach you

And my heart bleeds out

Only you can replenish it;

Each passing day sees me grow weak

With longing to serenade you

To see you bloom and blossom

From my tending and nurturing;

I want to watch the glint in your eyes

The radiance of your smile

The upward curve of your lips

And the warmth that you exude;

I love you darling

And it hurts being apart from you.

 

Numbers

Numbers do not lie,

Do they?

You are famous!

Just look at the numbers

On Twitter;

You are loved by all

Can’t you see the ‘Likes’

On Facebook?

You are a prolific writer

So says the numbers on the “Follows”;

Yes, numbers do not lie,

Only a few bother to know you,

Only a few really care,

Only a few stick by you

And none is really your friend.

Numbers do not lie

You are alone;

Numbers do not lie,

They say it all;

Just look at the number of people

That will bother to read this

Or like or comment.

Yes, Numbers says it all.

Screech

I saw death today. It came with a screech, the sound of asphalt grazing heated rubber tires, followed by a muted thud, as 2000kg of steel collides with a 50kg young adult.

I saw death as he threw its latest victim skywards, 20 feet above the tarmac, and watched with glee as the body landed with a thud and lay on his side unmoving.

Death was cloaked in the stench of molten rubber mixed with sweat and the metallic scent of bright red blood splattered on the silvery surface.

I stared unblinking as I beheld the precision of his work. In less than 10 seconds, he was through and was already cleaning his work instruments.

His works was greeted with an applause of silence and wide eyed wonder. Then the ovation became pandemonium and hysteria.

Lo! The travails of a laboring woman! Snatched without warning in his prime, nay, in the first tender shoots! Another destiny aborted, another soul sacrificed to the gods of the macadam.

The cock crowed this morning and this young man lying here in an awkward position woke up hopeful that today was going to be better. He dusted his aching muscles and rushed out, hoping to meet Aje, the god of fortune in a good mood. Alas, he rushed out and into the yawning mouth of Hades.

The culprit and bringer of death slowed down in a moment of rude shock. His flagrant deviation from traffic rules has finally caught up with him and lying a few feet behind him was the child of his folly.

Screw the rules! Who dares control me? I am in a hurry and it wouldn’t hurt anyone if I drive on the wrong side of the road. Wrong! The young man mocks you, lying lifeless on the bloodied road.

The shock gives way to panic and suddenly images of the mob crying murder and the smell of burning flesh assaults his mind, and the survival instinct kicks in. The decision is made in a heartbeat and the gas is floored.

Another hit and run.

Another woman plunged into darkness

Another family thrown into mourning

Death turned, adjusted his hat, and shifted his tool kit to his left hand and sauntered away.

Mission accomplished.

Onslaught

Memory after memory assaults me

And bring me to my knees

Panting;

Memories of your touch

The feel of your body pressed against mine

Nipple to nipple

And mouth to mouth

The moaning and ecstatic sounds

Of delight;

The images flood my mind

And numb me,

I cannot feel any more pleasure

Save for yours;

You are my fantasy

My reality;

Your sultry eyes

Your wide lips

And the whole essence of you

Is what I want to live and breathe for.