I dey Datus Co
Yellow shirt, embroidered crest on the left side of my top pocket
Knee long dark, blue shorts
Brown belt, matching synthe sandals
Short afro hair this time, lit. No more in my adulthood, its cool the hairs don’t like my shining scalp now
Lunch box in hand.
Continue reading “Bamboo cane”
Meet friends and to primary school we go, in Bubuashie
Flee self, be
Living Mama’s are the carriers of thy labouring nine months
Ripples and waves of aches and pains
The anguish to relish the blossom of thy cactus
Shaping into adulthood from childhood
She parented, guarded thee, the child
Continue reading “Other side”
Thy mind, body and soul
Differing thoughts and emotions transpire
Clash of the titans, bumpy roads and potholes
Fam I beg, make I chill here small.
The hotness fo outside no be small law.
Dis shadeness abi, be deh won to cool me, you see.
—- Aight, Aight, cool beans.
The so called, humble Fly has no chill, literally!
It invades one’s space with no respect of immigration borders.
The night is warm, so the window is flung ajar, to the moon. This doesn’t mean everything is welcome in, init!
Continue reading “The Fly”
The trickster, cotch fo deh corner inside.
Continue reading “Anansisem, si sem! (Spider stories)”
Chale dis lockdown ting be long. Man, deh here n everyone scatter like he dey fear me. Mm, whole me.