The Way You Do

Poetry


I like the way
"It's okay" sounds 
from your tongue,
how shoulders raise
when you dry tears
and mend hearts

I hate the way
"It's okay" never sounds
enough for,
you have built
their soul's dwellings
with the bricks of comfort
only you can mould

and in the cold nights
when the stormy winds knock
on the fragile door 
that your heart is,
you ask if there is another
who can say, "It's okay"
the way you do.

Emolga

Naija

The outskirts of development
Tarred roads leading to elopment
of data,  electricity and English
to a native land,  veiled as a city

Oil boom has hidden the gloom
of a people with riches as their doom
For at night,  beneath a brightened moon
Gentlemen with weapons,  will terrorise soon

Welcome to EMOLGA,  by the Garden City
To the cultland, with an innocent greeting
They sold us peace,  comfort and perfection
The unrest,  they somehow forgot to mention

That One Time...

Poetry

I would have walked away, and then
You'd be girl number ten
Just another inspiration to my golden pen
As forgotten as the rays of the sun at the day's end

I would have walked away, and you
Would be a fling I didn't pursue
the locks on my heart, you wouldn't undo
As trivial as the embers quenched by the forest rains

I would have walked away, and I
Would be as the birds that fly by
Uncaring and aloof to heart cries
Concerned about the deadlines that deaden tales of romance

I would have walked away, but now
I'm stuck with a broken pen
With affection burning without end
Scribbling tales about the day I didn't walk away.

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