A swarm of mosquitoes there was
Of different ethnic origin, language and culture.
Aedes, anopheles, culex and others
Some fragile, some agile and some avaricious,
The anopheles was the most fragile but avaricious.

This human, they set eyes on,
She was in possession of everything they needed
And in want of nothing.
So because of her possessions, they attacked her
And she being weak, could do nothing to defend herself.

And so with their proboscis, they ****** her blood,
For many a year, she was continuously being ******.
As she was being ******, so was she being bitten,
Some bites were gentle, others, excruciating.
But with God on her side, she stood on her feet.

The wind of change gently blew some mosquitoes away
Others clung tight, for they were desperate
But the human started agitating for her freedom
So the remaining mosquitoes reluctantly left.
But alas!!!! She has been ****** semi dry
She started labouring to regain herself back
Just as the lazy anopheles mosquitoe came back

As the other mosquitoes went and continued their lives,
The anopheles discovered it couldn’t survive alone
So it came back through lies and deceit to **** more blood
And from that same human, it continued ******* blood,
It will come as if to make peace
Between the body parts; but that’s a pretext.
It truly came for blood and more blood

The anopheles mosquitoe knows it can’t live without the blood
But it can never accept that fact
Because of its ***** pride.
It is the laziest of all the mosquitoes
Because it depends solely on the human

If the human doesn’t open her eyes
And with zeal, fight back,
The anopheles will **** her with no mercy.

NO HUMAN, NO ANOPHELES MOSQUITOE
NO AFRICA, NO FRANCE

Anopheles
Syringe aloft
Intone a twining tune to tempting ear.

By day
Mosquito
Hide incognito;
At night take flight,
Seek heat of vein to slake maternal craving.

Femme fatale
Fly ****** dance,
Alight let lance sip sanguine feast:
Soft kiss to ruddy cheek -- know taste of rouge.
Instill perchance live issuance
O harbinger of bad air,
Purveyor of fever,
Anathema of armies,
Ill missile of men made canals,
Evocation to slavery and *Silent Spring.

Subtle touch to pulse of humanity:
Innocent tender to misery --
You mock our pride
In twining tune
Anopheles.

Here the Anopheles Mosquito lay
Her timed seeds programmed to promote her Brood
So when I saw my Water-Cup in place
It startled me that Tension filled with Blood
But why should you be mopped in such disgrace
When the Blood you saw was all but your own?
Had it been your fault when you should save face
That your Life's Assignment Cover was blown?
This whole Area's disgusting. If you could
Try a Lamb's Digest in still water's drink
He drinks barely folly; And if you would
Allow my Shepherd to point your Destine.
Yet this same Insect bit the Shepherd's arm
Struck her with his Cane but flew without harm.

Lawrence Hall
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                               In Nature We are Only a Menu Item

Purporting to love nature is a commonplace
This does not mean that nature loves us back
We often look for nature’s smiling face
But nature looks for us as a tasty snack

The alligator is defended for being here first
The gentle boar is a creature of God
Anopheles wants only to quench its thirst
The innocent shark hungers only for cod

Communing with nature cannot be beaten –
Up until the moment when you are eaten!

I  met a damsel
She is a goddess
Her beauty is endearing
Her aura, infectious
If you know Veluptas
The goddess of sensual pleasures
Then you'll know Venus
The Roman goddess of love

She pulled her magic wand
None could ever resist her
For she passes as a diety
If this is the road to yonder place
Please help tell my people
My choice is made
Afterall, once shall all men die

In her enclave were beauties
Mortal frames in immortal entities
Aisha Quandisha played aide
The magnificent goddess of sexuality
While Aizen Myo-o watched
This goddess of love and lust smiled lustfully
She was a fine sadomasochist

Nothing else mattered
Fearful, nostalgic but ecstatic
I braced up for impact
Like an airplane about to crash
What a **** way to explore and expire
Testosterone became active

He is the god of passion
His name is Anteros
He stepped up to me
Gently he whispered to a mortal
In the land of the immortal
Here, you don't need  aphrodisiacs or tramadol
A good show lasts five minutes
Thirteen by extension, trust me he said

Confused and puzzled I inquired
Then why do the earthly Queen say "Harder, harder"
They never get satisfied
"Stop killing yourselves mortals"
If it exceeds thirteen, it is entertainment he said
Go, enjoy it while it lasts
Go worship in her altar!

As I approached with caution
Flanked by Cupid
The Roman god of ****** love
Suddenly, I resurrected
Back to the land of the living
It took an anopheles mosquito
To make me realise it was all but a dream
So, i was plagued by chronic malaria!

Even though the mosquito I killed
For denying me pleasures forever
I learnt a great lesson Except my will is updated
Never again will I use enhancers
In place of tiger nuts, dates and banana
Lest a WhatsApp status last longer than me

To be awarded a Ph.D
As a researcher per excellence
In the faculty of Gender and Sexuality
In the prestigious University of Life
I need to reach Venus
The goddess of love
We need to finish the empirical study
Via the instrumentality of direct knowledge

If you know the quickest route to Venus
Please "Hulla", "Odimkpa"
Who knows, maybe we can go together
I guarantee you maximum "Shishi"
What I can't guarantee is
If the story will be told by us
But history will be kind to us
For this is a plague destroying homes
The onus of truth lies with us...

Even in my troubled sleep
I'm at war every night
With some metamorphosed
Larva drones

Oh my gush! These miniatures
Are so resilient and
Pesky as hell too
My body should ache
Most certainly
With parts slightly swollen

So much for the overnight
Acupuncture treatment
And blood-******* sessions
But no thanks

Every early sunrise
I drink my herbal coffee black
And had my sound siesta
Mostly in my daytime job

I should replenish
Those deficient ****** plasma
And be ready for war at night
Oh yes! War with
Some tiny female anopheles

Multiple high-pitched
Whining sounds everywhere
That signal the incoming invasion
They have got some plasmodium spies
Running down the length of my veins

I feel like I'm losing the war
I should get stupidity medal honors
For bravely endangering my life
Every night and again

And now!
I'm all hooked up to an IV line
At my ward ceiling of care.

“Where your answer(s) resides”

In an auroral glow upon the plain.

A butcher's knife (Òbē Ālápātà) fidgets in his skilled

hands. A blank-stares and dry-tongue, his parched lips

press tight as sweat drips onto the parched earth, a desperate plea.

Syllables modulates in a whisper of prayer:

“Blessed lord of grace(ōlórūn ōlòrē òfé), give a new ray(fún wā ní ìmólè)&

allow the harmattan rain(òjò ōyé) to wash away
the night sorrow(ēkún ālé)”

But, the painter(āyàwòrán) did not pause as she paints a torn

nation so burnt & shredded, a guffaw

on the wide canvas but an anopheles mosquito

buzzes around the canvas, as a rainbow(ìràwò) streaks across,
holding clues.

Eyes reflecting the rising sun, stretch across the canvas like an Oracle(ífá).

A swaying tree, & a female goat(ābō ēwúré), slow-legged on the grassy plain,

blood-stained *******(ōmú tó díròèjè) & ragged breaths
as she uttered a short-lived answer:

“Please, patch up the wounds(ēgbò) on my chest(àyà), and let your word(òrò) be my thesis.”

A single breath of life cycles on,
as legs crawl homeward,

the scent of cooking food betrays her belief.

God does not remember the deed, nor foresee the butcher's sigh. But

the butcher's knife sweat, and his heavy breath casts a spell

on his children. A nation's supplication, pledging loyalty to the

deity's quip. The final answer

lingers, as the world falls silent, stroke by

stroke, on her canvas.

~ Mikelson