Monday, 31 October 2016

Sekinah. (سكينة)

Forgive me, for at this stage we might not really flow. Forgive me, for now that I write, I write for my soul. Forgive me, but I don't really care if you do. I've gone too far with my eyes at the back of my head. I've come too far, still I am scared the light will blind my eyes. I've come this far it's time I open my lids.

Tick Tick, Tock Tock, sounds that mounts fear in my heart. Tick Tock Tick Tock I am scared to open my box. Tick Tick, Tock Tock, what do I really want? 

I pray my day to come, a time when I can shed the skin I have acquired over the years. A time when all I will need is (سكينة)Sekinah.
As I said earlier on, please forgive me if we don't really flow for I write this just for my soul. It's time to choose but it's too hard a decision to make...

Please forgive me that I ask this of you. Please take me for I don't want to choose. Take me and take our pick.

                            By: Awonaike Seyi

Friday, 23 September 2016

Lonliness

Loneliness

A quiet night it is,                       
Sounds of crickets filled the air,       
The swooshing curtains,              
Cold shivers, as the breeze pierce through my skin.        
In the company of my thoughts,   
Going as quickly as they come, 
Imagination swirling round,        
Couldn't focus on one,          
The feeling of solitude.

        By : Atoyebi. M . Kehinde.

Friday, 2 September 2016

Dark Matters

I woke up in a room,
Foggy,
To the smell of punctured wounds
And burnt hair,
To the smell of dried blood
choking my lungs,
I tasted panic... and also the taste of blood.
Like iron..Yes! it tasted like iron...


Monday, 18 July 2016

2- Inferno by Awonaike Seyi

Flash of light almost blinding, pure darkness so relieving.
The devil's kiss dangerously tempting,
I swear, I could taste the sweetness promised,
The sweetness I longed for but dare not pursue
For I was doomed enough.
Shadows, all dark all around me.
Their breathes foggy.
All they had was holes as eyes,
They made me want to scratch my eyes out, I did...
Without sight I felt safe. 
Safe enough to stretch out my hands 
Not minding what I would touch after all my eyes were no more
Alas!!! I touched my eyes and felt them smile, horrid little things...

                To be continued....

Friday, 8 July 2016

1- Inferno by Awonaike Seyi.

And in this fire, I was cold. Bitterly so.
Demons as companions, the roads all mapped out.
Golden blaze, pretty pain, I was doomed. Still am.
Fire or ice, pity am stuck with Fierce
No escape, the tides already too high
Walls closing and choked up lungs
Unstable minds, merciless souls pleading...


                by: Awonaike Seyi


To be continued......

Friday, 29 April 2016

The promise by Awonaike Seyi.

They tried not to tell me, how cruel of them. He kissed me goodbye and said he would see me next week and next week, this week came and his desk was empty, his numbers not going through, I didn't see anything wrong in that, network was a big problem on sites. Still they refused to tell me, wicked was what they were and I hated them for it .
He had an accident, he is in Igbobi she told me, he has been there for three days  no, the rest was a blur
Oh God No!!! They said my love would never  walk again, I would walk for him
I would heal for him. But when I saw him, I knew I didn't have such strength
We met at work, we were enemies at first,  believe me we fought a lot to the extent that one of us had to be transferred to another office and everything changed after the new year's dinner the firm had 
I entered the new year with love in my heart and a man by my side. He was always there,I was always there, they all knew and we didn't care.
Six months of bliss and now this? I couldn't hold the tears down, I knew I had to be strong for him but he was my strength, I was not. I refused anyone from cleaning him up. My love, half here half there. I would rather he remained here than go there
I prayed, oh how I prayed and the next morning I went again his eyes lit up and I was glad that at least I could give him that and I mopped his body smiling and cleaned him up. Somehow, we talked with eyes only  and I saw his eyes and shouted No! What he was asking I couldn't give him. He was asking for my permission to go 
No you cannot do that! you cannot go and leave me here. So I told him the truth, that I could not heal for him, for we were broken together. I could not take away his pain, we felt it together and every morning as I cleaned him up and felt his broken bones, my bones shattered with his. If he goes, I go but we won't go together and we won't be together because I would hate him for giving up on us, because we both know that am not the strong one, he is my strength. If he stays, I stay by him and with him.

No you can't go you cannot leave me here alone, please don't go
I know how it sounded like, but it was no one's love to live and it was no one's love to judge. His eyes kissed me and I cried cause I knew I would have to let him go
I knew that, that was his limit, I knew he hated himself for what he was doing to us both, but I also knew that I had to forgive him so that he would forgive himself. I knew that. Either way, we were both wicked and cruel but we loved it so... No you cannot go... I pleaded one last time though it choked on my sobs, you cannot leave me, Seth please
I cried, I cried so hard, I cried for myself I knew I was being selfish and I cried for him for he was being selfish too, he cried too. For us . He promised he would wait but it wasn't good enough he had to come back he had to promise me that he would come back. I made him promise to come back and he blinked and he smiled and he sighed, the pain I felt was too much but I had to let him go I had to set him free. And with his last breath he said two names . Yours and Mine, that's how I know you are him.

You are Seth
Aren't you Dean?

Wednesday, 27 April 2016

Mirrored Me by Awonaike Seyi.

Why am I here?
For I do not obey a single rule
My back is turned to them,
Then, why am I here?
The things I want, things I crave for are hard to come by
The nightmares keep coming and,
As usual, I dine with my ancestors
Never feeling threatened
Even when I don't intend to
It's a sign, I know it's a bad sign







Why am I here?
Am mad, finally it has happened.
I fidget, cos I can't take it no more.
My neck is stiff, I made it so it won't turn,
It's robotic, the panic I feel hidden deep within












Am mad, I can't think straight,
I need a box to rest my brain,
A lock to keep my head,
And a body bag to store my flesh,
My soul needs to roam a little
It's cage is getting too small, too fast
An inch tighter and poof! I would be engulfed

Words I don't understand almost falling out of my mouth
Yet I wasn't praying,
I couldn't pray,
I can't pray
I can't even beg the devil
For he is beneath me.

Alas! I am mad and still can't think straight
Still looking looking for the box to rest my brain
The lock for my head,
And body bag to store my flesh.
My soul needs to roam a little
Dreams are no longer enough

My eyes are heavy with unspoken emotions,
As I sit, the statue in the white room
My  shadow is beneath me
I do not loook down
Another might pop up
I hear myself scream in a high pitched voice
Yet no sound


I struggle to be calm,
The charade has to go on... This is the Mirrored ME.

Tuesday, 19 April 2016

Burning Skull by Awonaike Seyi

You were warned,
Now feel my scorn!
You wanted to win by all means
Forgeting I spare no excuses
Time to feel my heat
And dance to my whistle
Time to burn at my stare.
And in all these
Believe me , I will hold you close
Your head will never be far from my bosom
You would feel my tears ,
Tears you invited
And they will burn like acid
Upon your head
And melt your soul , until it vanishes
Then you would see, the cost of your deceit 
The beast behind  the beauty,
My angry skull ....

             Written by : Awonaike Seyi. 

Thursday, 14 April 2016

Maybe by Obiora Enedu

It's been months since we last spoke,
Even longer since I seen you..
I hear a couple of rumours from your people ,saying you are doing good and I understood the new you....

I blank out everything ,just so I can not remember your face but then i scroll down my picture folder and see that simple face with a lovely smile and that mad ass dimple, and everything begins to flood back in and I start reliving the best of our days...

I call this peom MAYBE because that's all you get by the end....  Maybe if I tell my friends that am over you and that I can not go through this pain again cos at the end of the day there's really no gain, maybe it would hurt less ,regardless of the fact that it's was all my fault.

Maybe If i stop going for my mile stone walks thinking about all the ways I could  let you know that I truly still care but then I remember that you really don't care if i really truly care ,at least that was the last thing you  said to me ....maybe if I stop going through your facebook page even tho I know you're never on it, maybe I could get some kinda closure "MAYBE" ....

Maybe I should just ring you with a withheld number so i could hear your voice ,maybe I should just be honest and call you with my number ,maybe I should stop staring at your number and just call you ...., so I do call with a withheld number just to hear your voice .... And here I am thinking I could not relate to Drake ,that's a good lie , cos the woman I would try ,is happy with ......... You get the picture

Maybe if I stop talking to all them girls about the future and actually take a leap of faith and throw myself out there and take a chance with someone new today, MAYBE this pain would go away,  or MAYBE if I stop thinking about how special what we had was and how I don't see how you and I can ever find another US again, maybe I could live again...

Maybe this is fictional, maybe it's not...MAYBE am in pain ,maybe am not , MAYBE I still do care. Or maybe I don't ,maybe this is just a way to kinna get you back just "MAYBE" ... But no matter what the "maybe" could be ,one "Maybe" that's should never be a "Maybe" is that "Maybe I wish you well" cos there should never be a Maybe in that... Cos I do know I wish you well....*peace*

Monday, 14 March 2016

Pay Day by Awonaike Seyi

And I felt him, as he lay down beside me seeking the heat of my body , the comfort he knew he would get . The comfort he needed. He drew me close to feel the softness of my skin. The sweetness of my smell. And at that moment all he needed was me , entirely. Skin to bone , body and soul. I felt all these with heart joyously satisfied that I was what he wanted and I had all he needed. Envisioning  my aftermath, I lead him on. Mine was to give a peaceful death, my only contentment. And with ease and thoughtful movements I turned to face him , welcoming his hot breath to my face, desire was all it whispered. He needed passion I was more, I was intense.
He was different for he took his time. He was better than good and I wished for a second to keep him but just for a second.  We huffed and puffed,  moans and groans, every drop of sweat was worth it. Maybe he would be happy after death or not. I cared less. In revenge I will be complete , thinking how he paid without knowing and how he still will pay. He doesn't remember but once raped always raped . He stole my soul and now, his is mine to take. He started it all , the anguish and pain caused will now be his to swallow and slowly I reach down sensing he was close to bliss reached for his "precious " and sliced it up!!! 
Oh ! it felt good, the warm blood that gushed out and into my hands, I was mad with joy, eyes blazing, excitement made my skin burn as I locked into his eyes and saw realization dawn on them . How reversed our situation was now . And as he fell I climaxed, his remains still in me, savoring every moment till the end, 
Then I turned and kissed his lifeless body. My satisfaction reduced because the shock got him first . But still was contented to lie in his pool of blood as it soaked the bed .

                                                                                written by:  Awonaike Seyi.

Thursday, 21 January 2016

Guilty Pleasures by Tory.

I know these things would be hard, 
I know studying you will be difficult 
But I came back, 
I drove in my car at the highest speed, 
I drove as fast as I could, 
I screamed and yelled, 
I pressed the car horn harder than I ever could, 
I cried and wept,
I opened the door and stepped out, 
I kicked the grass, 
I threw stones, 
I held in pain, 
I went on my knees, 
I rolled in the sand and watched my tear turn the dry sand into mud, 
If I found clay I would mould my emotions and feelings but no shape would come of it. 
I have no explanation for how I behaved, 
I don't care, I'm not bothered. 
Nothing moves me, 
I'm full of evil, I'm wicked and brutal, 
I would steal my best friend's man and have sex with him on several occasions. 
I wouldn't care how she feels, even my mother's lover would warm my bed, any cute man on the street would be my aim!
As I drove the car, I could hear in my head the sounds you made,
I could hear her moan and scream,
I imagined how you did it, how you entrusted her with your thrusts,
how much believe she had for your penetrations.
You are so good at drilling holes... holes in hearts.
This heart was stone,
It became ice and you brought a sun along,
now its all dry.
Relate to that, relate to the hot hurt,
Relate to the bruises,
Relate to the fire and the burns,
Relate to the scars and masks I had to wear to cover the marks.
It was years of tears and tears upon tears.
You would pick up your fists and put them on me
and I would pick up my sweat notes and keep them in your account.
I wouldn't spend as I please except it would please you.
I would live for you so you won't leave me.
I left because she was under your aggressive body.
I came back because I have been there before,
Under my mother's lover, under my best friend's man,
I came back because I can't stand another woman go through what I did with you,
No woman is as strong as I am.
Is this being selfish or am I concerned about your thrust....

Monday, 18 January 2016

Unaffected by Awonaike Seyi.

Swayed left, swayed right
Push me to my doom
It awaits me with glad hearts
How dread dared to show face,
Infuriates me,
Challenging the strong holds of my mind,
Making doubt a nuisance to my soul.
But in all, rigid was all I was


Swayed left, swayed right
In these, the wind I felt
Thunderstorms all around
It swept me not
Tho to deny my garment's weakness,
I cannot,
Cos that's all it got
I remained shameful,
But naked in pride.


Wanting to feel me and be me, 
Doubting still the possibility
Questions almost asked..
Journeys almost venture..
But no! I've refused to park my bags
Comfort now is family
And still I'm standing


Swayed left, swayed right, 
In Ernest, I don't mind
For unfailingly
I stand rigid
For in silence it's cold I'll catch


                                                                             

Wednesday, 13 January 2016

The Untitled Thief by Ruben Okorhi.

Three weeks and two days into the year, there he comes with a bag, looking soft and attractive, beside him is a woman whose perfume is so beautifully placed. 
Gladly we received him after a long purse of why this old man came around doing with such a young lady. Her intentions are truly not known as a result we just got to meet her after 15 years he has been away.
His eyes are deepened with pain looking pale, like a man lost in the arms of a foreign woman, who by the way she is. She happens to be the white Shade Akunle by name whose aim to get married to the rich old man, what can we say "Youth of today", all they think of is this senseless rich dads plan -

 Mama says.

Take a close look at this ungrateful rat, I hate her sight already even when she has spoken nor acted the fool, my taught is eating me up. I am consumed by her color, I think this racial thing is working for me who by the way is black. 
I am Mama, a sixty year old re-virginized woman with a style of a child, I refuse to know age. This life I must groove till I drop, my children are proud, single and rich.
My style is not like these young ladies *while she spoke her son comes in* 

Mama you are forever young, you don't want to leave this thing for youths to carry on, *eyes him and continue talking to her mirror* When I was 20 I did not know man not to speak of fashion, all I focused on was my book now you have that thing (puppy) following you around because of change,

Hey brother have you slept with that your puppy? Or was she a virgin? *hissed and leaves room*.
Na wa ooo, folks be hotting, just take a look at mama she wouldn't even admit she is sixty, all she does is make up and party with those old for age, young for body friends of hers, well I am glad I have her this way than in a stool forming diabetic - Tobi speaks.
*By the way he is the first born male child of mama who ran off for over fifteen years and later returned with that young woman who mama hates*

Hey puppy! What are you doing close to my fridge you think this is some city property that you can just invade as you like? Hey, you might have won my son over, but hence you still have a face like a local dog don't think you are winning my heart anytime soon. 

Mama!!! What's it with you and my woman, we are barely 3 weeks in this house and you won't let her move without saying a word, where is that sister of mine self? *lost in thought*
The single, local, puppy face - Shade looks away, slowly unconsciously preparing to hit mama at a spot she never thought anyone knew, late at night she moves close to mama and taps her calls with those rich politicians only to find out that she was sleeping with them for money (Cheap coin). *In surprise she quickly records her conversations* waiting for mama to stroke her again. 

Tola, my soft sister, sexy at night, blasting hot by the morning, how you do this thing I don't understand- Tobi speaks. You know I can't come and kill myself, or do you want to marry me ni? Abegii, let me look good for my man.
Sister you don't have to put too much in it, your foundation is too much, you are looking like a living walking dead body who is being pushed on a rail. Abi all those your friends don't tell you the truth ba? Well better adjust if not you would remain single forever and later see yourself in front of the church, yes that reminds me, do you even go to that local assembly around the corner or them done close am? *laughs out loud and moves to Shade* 

*All of which, they all don't know that there is one person that has the secret to everyone's life, Tobi is a cheat, Shade is a slut, Mama is a proud and shameless bitch, Tola has no womb. What happens next?*

Shade all you do is eat and move about, who do you know around here that you always go out to see? -Tobi speaks. 

Sweetie, can't I just see around the town a little at least it is better than staying here with mama who doesn't even like me. Can I have some money to get some new clothes, you know I have to look good for you wherever I am? Tobi who is 35 years of age, looking for a woman who would love him and settle with him still tries convincing himself that Shade is the woman for him.
Yes! I know, please just go and get what you want, on her way to the market she had a call from her client who is friends to Mama and was out for a three sum (2 girls and a man sex), Mama been tagged first and Shade tagged second and Empiro the host, what could go wrong?
Mama!!! Shade!!! - Empiro!!! 

Mama who was in the bathroom did not see when Shade entered and from the tub  she shouted *Empiro is my mate in*, with joy he replied Yes!!!
Now mama comes out, Shade was by the wardrobe yet to see who her mate was, she takes off her top and walks in the tub without seeing mama naked covered with the duvet. Shade quickly moves out her bra and her pointed nipples were all turned and ready for her mate and the feel of the African Cucumber. She takes her bath and comes out with a transparent robe which clearly showed her G-string and her bra-less top.
Back home Tobi and Tola rattling over a simple movie on Z-world talking over Pinto and its controversial acts. They wondered where Shade was and no one had heard from mama, meanwhile Empiro who is the host of the dramatic 3sum was infected with AIDS, what would become of Mama and Shade?

Monday, 11 January 2016

The Familiar . by Somto aka (Deli'lah)


I'm having a blistering headache...
It's exactly 2:48pm on a wet Thursday afternoon...
Why?! Why?! Why?! I scream but only in my head
(After all I'm inside a bank)
Why the fuck do I do this to myself?
So much so, that I've done it for so long and now another is doing it to me,
(And trust me this has been going on for a while)
That part of me that craves thus black hole,
That bottomless, dark depth..
The fact that nothing I put affects it's width...
Only pain makes it grow...
I'm having a blistering headache
Diamond bank! I will not close shop with you!
I must have been... No..
I am comfortable with it, that only those that offer it become my source of "happiness"
God dammit! I need a smoke!
Why will the other send me what is meant for another?
Why will the other mock my self will and then act all unknowing!
You knew what this will do to me!
And now because of this new layer of blackness I will not leave...
I don't want to leave... I like it here...
I'm having a blistering headache...,
The manager apologizes and thanks me for my patience,
He's gracious...
It's exactly 3pm on a wet Thursday afternoon
The pain has become a welcome relief...
Hello friend...

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