Insecurity

The moon angers of your beauty

shrouding itself in drapes of darkness

 

The sea laments its cry for attention

but naught was given

 

They say love is in the eye of the

beholder, so I told her you don’t

need no mascara for me to comprehend

why the sun rises from your gaze

 

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Kùtí

Naira, Viva Africa

Denomination of the largest

at the lowest

 

Proudest citizen

gripen by the largest

corruption

 

Broad-day light

zombie in reverse

rehearse mutiny

 

Women are my inspiration,

desperation to acquire them all

like a precious jewel

 

Afrobeat taunts my

heartbeat to the melancholy

melodramatic beat of Fela

 

Visionary at the expense of aids

Smoke in my windpipe; my

intelligence is ripe

My rough edges smooth from

within

 

Marriage, an initiation with no

benefact. Tactical act to defy

simplicity of partnership

 

Marriage, love age like natural

substance with no expiry