The wild garlic along the River Wear
Lies silken in the eyelets of my shoes,
And the twilight
(sky sneaking into violet)
Suddenly awakes something violent in me.

The stars aren’t twinkling sweetly in the sky anymore, unfortunately,
They are the universe’s beady eyes staring back at me disappointingly.

I toss a stone into the river until there are none left
Then I grasp at the blades of grass until
I am green with envy at their docile existence.
Still but not stagnant.
Purposeful; sacrosanct.

I have cleared the woodland now.
The trees mocked me with the happy fizma of their leaves in the cool, agreeable breeze-
And the singing in their eaves
is snuffed out by my screams.

Let me paint a picture not of what is, but what must be.  
A Nigeria where every soul breathes with dignity.
I love this land of legends and great history,
With great culture and colourful stories.
From Benue harvest to Lagos light,  
Nigeria is magic when she gets it right.
We want more than survival.
We want a place where justice flow like endless river.
A country where you don't need to win with connection,  
Where tribal marks are not tickets to rejection.  
Where jobs meet effort, not bribery or class,  
Where every child can rise, regardless of their past.  
We want hospitals that heal, not delay,  
Roads that don’t turn journeys into dismay.  
We want police that protect, not oppress,  
And leaders that serve the people with transparency.
The Nigeria we want is not a myth.  
It starts with truth, with you, with me.  
We must build her with sweat, not just wish,  
Till justice flows and every soul is free.  
This green and white is more than flag—it’s flame.  
Let’s build the Nigeria that honours her name.
Know this: Nigeria needs the government, the people, you and I to grow.

It has been long since I write you something,
but right know I do hold a pen nothing in mind to give but something heavy in my nerves forces me .
In your endeavors you're but maybe great a portion of me could be with you .
Only that I regret to be far ,why far is the bridge between us now ?
Should I take it off as it's playing a role it was never his. Maybe build something new and different.

I can only think of walking through space for seconds ,I miss you I don't know if you miss me .

Am okay but never okay without you near ,you teach me to adapt solitude it's funny,but I don't want to learn being alone,I want to learn being with you hold you tight maybe kiss you better,just us . Presence and love .

I didn't prepare to write I just wrote,and maybe you aren't prepared to read but just read.

Are we here to believe?
Or do we live to
grasp for comic relief?
There is no telling
what’s right or what’s true
only feelings that we attempt
to hold onto
when they’re in a constellation,
fleeting over the moon

Like shooting stars
with no true destination,
holding a well of wishes
that we make in desperation
with hope things will be different
as their light reflects
over the edge of an ocean
crashing and moving
as our wish turns into a notion
burning out in the sun
before it’s even begun
and we dive in

Because all we can do
is love and embrace
the hits of the waves
pulling us into a rave
of drowning, only to devour
and gasp oxygen
back into our lungs
as we hit the shore
begging for that star
to give what we already have;
the natural peace exuding
in our empty parts,
and nothing more

i don't trust you
but maybe that distrust
is my fear he'll find out
that we're interested in one another

i don't owe him anything anymore
and yet
you smell like danger
i want to know your taste
i suppose it's of sin

in other words
you are temptation itself
incarnate
wanting to pull my hair
and whisper in my ear
that i'm only yours

After this long walk

it would be so romantic --


to give him a hug.

We all crave something,
But once it's in our hands,
The craving ,the longing,
The spark—it disappears,
Drifting away
Like a leaf upon the river.