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.

The Tome’s Finer Points by Way of an Abridger

Pagan, we roved fields gilded with cassava

And slogged for vistas which embraced prospects

Any could scoff. Never did gusts banter

As fittingly as my sister. The fortuitous rogue,

She was meant to be unborn, unless

More than our nocturnal rituals were blowing smoke

Into idol-miniatures. Then the palm-wine-tapper,

Not big mommy’s consort, but papa,

How does one beat around the bush? He croaked,

I would say if opting to put it bluntly, then

Through those noshing fields maundered

In the Brits mainly, their fair tresses. Their logic?

Well that was another. Somewhere there a fog

Was parked- as the story goes- next to a new-fangled God.

One’s Crucifix and its Bounds

I suppose you are mislaid in philanthropy

As though it holds some growth familial.

Oga, indubitably I boast a myriad of miserable

Maternal sagas pertaining to the reason

For your remoteness save the apathy

Of your slipshod letters. This season

Is perchance the most novel ’mid tempest’s

Tang, which cleaves to our quarters

In Abraka, that is, since

Your approbation as Winnipegger. For the

Record there is no verity to a vengeance

As great as my impressing your fallacious death upon principals

Of my secondary school or your native parish

Variation. Such spite being unequivocal.

Of the Superlative

The civility of soaking your hands

Mid water-heaved basins

Before the coarse partaking

In Garri-roofed egusi and

Garri naked (however unplanned)

Grooms your specter. It is a temperament

I must become quaintly incensed

Towards, an act basic, projected, plain

To inclination for any humane

Regarding my weaning, hence

I breezed through latent consorts in vain

For each neglected the courtesy.

Their pang perchance a lone impurity,

Mounding discontents they’d never understand.

Muted

Cheating yourself of sleep, you watch

The humorist boorishly requesting “Where dee money?” And one

Even droller’s retort is proverbial “Look am for ground.”

You flip to stills of too many passed since

First light. Anxiously they mount

Then taper a mug with every sense

Of quaintness striking a chord with your own.

You bewail Uniport being so far behind that a phone

To call Mama for self, updating her of your grievance

Is inexistent. Dejection leads you to the flap of an oxidized

Freezer (impelling as childhood love taking you by hand to scrutinize

An item as novel as a Motow.) Desire is static crayfish, scoffed

Until their tidbits soil a runner, each medicinal enough

To lift the nocturnal from your complex