Poetry: The World
The world is standing on her crown
Her skirt’s open to outer space
Everything is seen in delusion
For rebellion like a thick fog mantles the atmosphere
The world seems wiser than ever
But in truth [...]

The world is standing on her crown
Her skirt’s open to outer space
Everything is seen in delusion
For rebellion like a thick fog mantles the atmosphere
The world seems wiser than ever
But in truth [...]
[...] Life is a road;
The only course there is
Were the man with sight may not be surer than the blind,
nor the cripple slower than the two-legged.
But like every other road[...]
I like to think I’m a patriot, I fancy myself a true Nigerian, but the problem is… I don’t know what that means anymore, actually I guess I never did. So I ask myself: what does it mean to be Nigerian? what is the Nigerian identity? what does it symbolize? What in it’s essence am I proud to be identified with?
The truth is I’ve been a little distracted. I’ve just not been able to write, though I had quite a number of things I felt like writing about.