I miss your name between my lips,
The lilt of it when I am happy,
The rumble when I am angry
The thin whisper when the world sits on me. Continue reading →
Laying dreams on the table,
Spreading them out to shine or sparkle.
Drawing patterns with bare feet on the sands of paradise
With my mother’s voice in my head,
To tie me to shore despite the calls of the sea.
Carrying the weight of joy and freedom,
Singing as I shed the coil of twos
Dancing as I wear the sheen of threes
Wallet folds its arms
And laughs with twisted mouth
I shut my eyes and tend fragile hopes
And continue to believe
There’s something missing in these pictures.
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When I was a child, I thought love was a Don Williams song.
I didn’t find it in the songs of Lionel Richie- who I adored and thought I would marry when I was old enough, more than Kenny Rogers who sang songs that twisted my little heart, more than all the other singers whose music gave my childhood shimmering colour. Continue reading →
Yesterday, Carlos Santana turned seventy. I didn’t even know it was his birthday when I finally listened to Wild thoughts. I was a little afraid that DJ Khaled would destroy the sublime beauty of the epic “Maria Maria” in the name of sampling/homage. Bros was wise enough to know you don’t mess with perfect, you respectfully work around it and you get Rihanna to sing about crazy, untamed things- as she was born to do. Continue reading →
I’m trying to get slightly more serious with poetry, so I’m having a week long challenge on instagram and here too! where I put up a freshly minted poem each day.
Enjoy today’s entry which was prompted by the return of the sun after seven days of rain in Lagos.
Because we who had been furious storm
And peckish flame,
And crackling thunder,
And lashing volts of electricity. Continue reading →