Friday, 2 December 2016


See them, all of them
unlike them I'm wont to making allowances.
so I'll say almost all of them
they all think they know me
and my story and my pains.
There they are, 3 personalities-in-1;
Prosecutor, jury and judge.
I have been arrested, tried and condemned
none of these in my presence or knowledge
worse still without a chance at mounting a defence
and feel righter than rain
when they say I'm loveless & stiff.

Today I'll have my day in court
singing, narrating, testifying
playing whichever role, it asks
asking in well weighted rhetoric
of the times I let down my guard,
the time I gave it my all?
I mean, what about the ones I loved?

Shall I talk of the one I loved
who took my love and shoved it down my throat?
 Or the one who kicked away
me, myself and the love I brought in tow.
Were you there, when I was thrown off a moving train
 by the one who used me to bolster her grades
and when her grades rose upon the suspension I toiled at
told me in plain terms not to call her number again?
I could talk of the one who offered me sweet smiles
like a sheep to the slaughter I was lured
I thought love and lust were both sides of one coin
and so through sweaty tryst and moans
I urged my waist to do more,
 to tell tales of my affections, I also urged
my arms to stretch beyond their limits in embrace
all till I was no longer fit for purpose.

Let me talk of the one who I could give half my life to
who at the rumbling of troubled
 skies unlatched my hands from hers
Let's take a little break were the words that shattered my world
I had just lost my university admission and thus unfit
so in words unsaid but acted,
I wasn't going to amount to much again
I'm taking in water, she had to jump ship.

There was the one who loved me
only because I was useful to her
in my error I made her my world
loved her with all my heart and strength
I spent it all on her; for her
paying my dues
till suddenly I became inadequate
I hate that you starve yourself, it makes me look like a glutton
was one of the excuses
not only did she walk into the night
she took with her all the light I had
and here I'm still picking
all the broken pieces of my heart

I could go and on
never been lucky in love
people don't love you for who you are
it's all about what you are, to them.
So when I break a few hearts
or perhaps find your confessions too sweet to be true
it's cos Tayo was more poetic, more lyrical and still left.
Nkiru told me her dreams,
 we were to make babies,
 something from us, just like Olivia did
 vivid pictures I could almost touch till she left me emptied.
If Faith can walk away after crowning me her best lover,
if I had a penny for every time she pledged me her body
I would be rich, far more than many.

Don't be mad Mon Chèri
I also met Ella's family and she mine
we had plans with dates and figures
you should understand why you haven't met any o'mine.
you're not saying anything I haven’t heard before.

You can say all you feel
cast aspersion, a mile long in worth
No man is only a thing, 
we all are different shades of a whole.