Today Na Today For Delta

To pluck tranquility from her mighty torridity

Is as to taste idealism in the malleable apples.

The parish and sundry are crushed by the drone

Amplifying, wherefore, sovereign of flora and fauna’s.

Those motorbikes jaunt with the imps that hone

Their poise (yet the stern’s untried obliged the facility

Of an athlete to gum hasty providence).

One, auspiciously, may traverse the law

Beaming having raided the acumen of overt reverie-

From day trippers- with each school fee

Proposed philanthropic for the itching score.

When the Ovie’s muscle sleeps, one can afford

Oghene’s seedier ironies. My God to peer a lass, was a chance

To peer  yanga and yanch blotting all squalor.

One Leadless Grappler

When Slessor raised those doppelgangers

From the dead, word came to the confederate

That she had obstructed tribute in debt

To Oghene. Anger

Drove him to grapple and the forfeit

Of a breadth of Africa which held

Both his oracle and bondsman.

Ibini Ukpabi razed, would not impress caution

As - he darted for the Aro king to find a smell

Quaint and sacrificial crawling from the stiff.

Oga, what manner of cowardice forced you to live

Among the ruins, Beaker Culture evading your wits

As though ginger smolders from groundnut shells?

Turncoat tracing Oyibo blarneyed you from coffins.

The Beloved and the Bane

Above all else, chin-chin did me long a throat.

On leave, they were wolfed till my brow sweltered.

Muse was purely the interval of madam’s preparation,

Where congealed and hot they sat unsheltered

And thus my virtues were remote,

My decadent fingers singed, the anxious investigation

Of my judgments the product a chef’s procrastination

In her unapprised appointment and that providence’s end.

The bug incessantly gave me away, slack could not

Savor pomp without the woe of moralization

From chops on their pious bent. There wasn’t one Lot-

Like specter I didn’t confer the observance revenge

For my insatiability is akin to the bane of brimstone

And yet episodic with the nub of my heart ingrown.

A Nollywood Soap Attempting Almodovar

There, was the dye still discoloring his bowler,

His cords however enumerable, the vest

He’d wear to shrink his paunch and amplify his chest-

Between her wears chiefly clandestine, over

The piles mounding his shoe after shoe.

Each, effects of a walk-in closet

She labeled a cupboard (Uwheru

Rich.) Open, shut, peered from her disposition

It rather plucked a television’s

Resultant (some vibrancy

In which the dialogue centered on idolatry

For a sex’s sound supplementing, who

But her consort was this idolater, how many feasible wives

Did she beat out of extant). Then, she’d remember, he died.