Murderers Should Eat Fish

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Those who commit murder
and throw dead bodies
into the Third Mainland Bridge
should eat a lot of fish.

As soon as the body reaches
the depths of the water,
a delicious, fat feast,
doesn’t it become the food of fishes?

One fish will eat till she is full,
and go about her day.
The fish-killer will set a trap to murder her
in the early hours of the next day,
and she will be taken away.
Her children will become orphans,
very vulnerable to prey.

The man-killer will come along to buy her
from the fish-killer who,
whether he knows it or otherwise,
is also a fisher of men,
a fisher of late men, women, and children.

The man-killer’s wife will set the fish before him,
after it has been deliciously cooked,
along with some lobsters and crabs,
and of course,
since he contributed to the fish’s growth,
will he not taste so bloody good?

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Still Feeling Good

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Birds flying high
and pooping on me,
sun in the sky
and burning my skin,
breeze winding on by
and coming at me,
it’s the same day,
there is no dusk,
it’s the same life for me,
but I’m feeling good.

Repeat That, Please

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“Yes”, beautiful man.

I am assessing the size of your eyes,
and the magnificence of each,
the crevices of your earlobes,
the shape of your nose,
the way it gorgeously sits on your face,
the curves of your lips,
your beautifully-sculpted cheeks,
the way your tongue dances 
in your mouth as you speak.

“Yes, I’m listening to you.”

Every part of you,
every detail of you,
but I cannot hear a thing. 

Outeraction

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‘Sunflower’ by Krista Hasson

I’m running out of breath;
my sweat is overflowing.

My thighs are widely apart;
he’s in six-feet deep.

I can taste my tears;

I can’t feel my legs.

He’s giving me life but
I know this is deadly.


Whose grave is he digging?

Is it mine or his?

Will I die again 
or is this the good living?

Rebirth

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‘Longing in Silence’ by Aricadia

It is always hard-
cutting strong, karmic cords.
It’s like a birth experience;
isn’t it why we sometimes
cry in fetal positions?

In truth,
one is birthing oneself,
and conjoining different pieces
into one self.

Art and music help,
writing included.
Patience and hope are necessary

because the ‘umbilical’ cord
that attaches one to the past,
to the old self,
always fall and seals off by itself,
gradually,
the pain leaves,
maybe even slowly,
and the memories and lessons are left.

Falling and Rising

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‘Sun And Moon Abstract Art’ by Sketchii Studio

The moon was unhappy.
Surrounded by stars,
and as beautiful as she was,
she felt different and alone,
and all of that was not all.

The stars poked fun at her;

they had things to say about her size,
and other bad things, her rise.
They took her light for granted;
it didn’t shine exactly like theirs.

The sun doesn’t trust anyone;
she won’t let you come close to her.
Stars only appear when she’s away now
’cause she’s fierce and very defensive,
but deep, deep, deep inside every sun
is the old half-moon groaning in pain,
and deep, deep inside every big, bright sun
is a full moon wanting to be loved.

Black Girls in Sunlight

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Painted by Nicholle Kobi

In sunlight,
black girls look like precious metals.

Some black girls glow like rich copper,
and some, like brass,
and some, like bronze,
and some, like gold.

I find it all intriguing:
the various styles of their hair,
the haughtiness in their stares,
the colours on their lips,
the excitement in their speech,
the fierceness of their strides,
the way they sit like royal highnesses,
like queens.

The love is requited:
the sun loves the black girl
and the black girl loves the sun.

In sunlight,
black girls are a wonder.

Writer’s Block

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My hand and my mind are at it again.
Hand is in the mood;
she wants some fun.
Mind is really not;
he is numb and done.
If they don’t make love,
how will they both birth words?
What about me?
How will I escort these chords?

Till Death Do Us Part

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Let’s stay together,
if not my heart you’ll sever,
till death do us part.

I’ll do anything for you,
try anything you want to,
till death do us part.

Your pain is my pain,
your love is my gain,
till death do us part.

This isn’t right,
this isn’t healthy,
but you say that I’m your lady,
and I like when you call me ‘baby’,
so let’s be wild,
let’s be free,
and listen to no one but we,
let us be one and the same,
neither needs to take the blame,
my life is very you and me,
without you, I cannot breathe or sleep,
without you, I simply cannot see,
our love is ill,

and it might kill,
but I’ll stay with you,
oh yes, I will,
till death do us part.

Enough is enough, except you can’t get enough.
Substitute Title: Houston-Winehouse Love

Differently-Abled

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My legs may not walk as they should,
and my eyes may not see,
my ears may not hear as they should,
and my mouth may not speak,
my nose may not breathe as it should,
and my arms may not reach,
but I am not flawed,
and certainly not disabled,
I am differently-abled,
earth angel on a special mission
to create, heal and inspire,
and whether you know it or not,
or love and understand me,

what a beauty that is!

For Toma.

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Accessibility/convenience and the portrayal of differently-abled persons in the media, especially in movies, must be looked into in Nigeria. As a matter of fact, I don’t want to see an actor play the role of a person with cerebral palsy if there are people with the condition who are looking to perform but have never been given a chance. I will personally rubbish your movie on any platform that I get a chance to. Fight me.

From the classrooms to the stores to the public vehicles, the structures that are in place are rather poor, most of the people are terribly insensitive, and the environment is rather hostile to differently-abled persons. This goes for several other African and Asian countries too.