I'M YOUR DADDY!

Come close dear daughter 
I see in you some great potential
your art is not one I've seen any like it
would you like me to mentor you
lest some idiot take advantage of you?
I'll be your daddy, from here on you're safe
your only problem is that you have no problem.

These girls; my daughters
big daddy is here for you my darlings,
I'm Chijioke, this is what I do best.
A writer is due some excesses
you wouldn't know yet dear daughter
but soon you will,
a man can only resist so long.

Dear daughter mine 
you know I'm a good at what I do, 
I can't be your father, no of course,
I can only be your daddy.

Fathers don't get to touch their daughters
much less boast their sexual conquests, 
what fathers tries to wrest a kiss, a fondle here or a suckle there?
my name is Chijioke, I am your daddy.



Oluwole.

AKIN...!

All I did was love you
if I did nothing wrong
this is but one that breaks the tie.

Nothing I have is hid from you,
you had everything I had,
Akin, you had me spirit soul and body.

When I met you Ade-mi,
you're were tired, spent and worn
the mannequins in my shop wear better clothes
even then, I traded on hand-me-downs.

I saw in you a soul that needed a boost
and a will to drive on like the bended axe of a relentless gold-digger
I held you, cared and comforted as I could.

These girls that won't let you see road
where were they when we fasted days and nights
you had no beauty then that they could love I guess.

Akin,you who have named 'Ifa' liar
has now tagged 'esu' thief
you stare hard at the heavens like one who will not die
And turned deaf ears to appeasements meant for the gods
Rest easy, your own will meet you!


WoleSPEAKS!

MY FIRST SURGERY!

 

At the ripe age of 15 years

was when it first happened

I had filled out,

like a well written letter, punctuated in the right place

and from the stares and open admiration visited on my body

I'm a sight for sore eyes

 

I had just discovered pleasure

lurking in the recess of my body

from touches purely accidental

to the ones from Ugo's able finger

I was a miracle waiting to happen

or so I thought.

 

That hot afternoon in November

mother's 'honey-Joe' offered me a chilled glass of orange juice

I saw the looks they exchanged

but I was too parched to care,

I mean it was after all from my mother's husband

 

Weeks later I would replay waking up

my skirt still on but half up my thighs

strangely I'm not with either of my tights or panties

a strange bitter-sour taste hangs in the beginning of my throat

I felt sore in between my thighs

blood stain and another I couldn't describe.

I would go on to tell mother that night

she shrugged it off as those things dream does to you

strange she wouldn't look me in the eyes

somehow I know I had been had

especially I wake up from strange sleeps at odd periods

often preceded by drinking something mum gave me or good old honey-Joe

 

I got my pen-knife two days ago

it's double edged and razor sharp

that snaking piece between honey-Joe's legs

is gonna be taken surgically from him

it would be my first surgery

after all mother said I would be a doctor.

 

Oh and I did detach it

so much blood and squealing like a pig

he's starting to stare at Chioma's budding breasts...

Oluwole.

 

 

 

 

 

OLD LOVER...

Let us talk old lover,

of our love that went sour

like fermented palmwine, or wine 

ladden thick with vinegar

as old white shirts turn yellow with age, 

or like the swirl of mighty water

poured down a little cup

till all that's left is a trickle

narrowing slowly like a funnel's end.

You were first a neighbour

young, innocent and naive.

I liked you then in a strange way

while sharing bed with a friend to your friend.

You wouldn't touch me with ten-foot pole,

men of my ilk scares you

virtue-thieves you tagged me

but for my mind and know-how

I would to you be useless.

Years and years down the lane

we met again as fate would will it

from a phone call to several of same

end-to-end till your guard I lowered

you liked me for what I stood for

but now that you've grown,

I'm too boring to be your type

I met family, I met friends

memories of night spent together

you and I and your blood.

It took months and months 

then you really started to warm up

by then an old flame was kindling

I could see your fire for me

building and growing

but alas at last

my kindling flame is now a roaring furnace

Now that you're starting to love me like it's your life force

I've packed my bags, ready to go

sorry if today I break your heart

but if with you I take the journey

our boat will take in water and someday capsize

for my heart you long to have

belongs to her who knows it not

how much it's worth to you.

Goodbye old lover...

Oluwole.

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