The wedding was a glimpse of upper class glory Magazines would publish the pictures—a wondrous story The seven tiered cake could not be beaten The food consumed was less than that uneaten The bride was aglow in a flow of white and turquoise The groom simply was the point of sweet and coy eyes The … Continue reading →

The traffic wriggles between us Slithering from Ozumba to the Lagos Island A growing snake, intent on devouring our day I know exactly what’s on your mind As you dial my number and my phone begins to pulse: It’s going to be the same excuse I gave yesterday Now I want to turn back, give … Continue reading →