What If?

What if I forget
what it feels like to kiss?
What if I let go
and you’re the one chance I missed?

What if you find someone
who makes you happier than I could?
Thought we’d grow up together
Maybe you did and I should.

What if I didn’t love you
but you were crucial experience
and I’m punished with fear
for not being resilient?

What if every other girl
has the shadow of you
and cutting you off
cut my soul from them too?

What if I’m like this forever
and never move on
because I never learnt how to
before you moved on?

What if I’m single forever
’cause you’re the one meant to teach me
and now my only hope left
seems to no longer need me.



Drink young soldier

Drink young soldier.
Drink to those who lead you.
Drink to drown out all the cries
of those who didn’t need you.

Drink to empty promises.
Drink to understand.
How one can become an animal.
How one can kill a man.

Drink to all the tortured
and those who had no trial.
Drink to block out memories
and replace them with denial.

Drink to children killed
who never threatened yours.
Drink to try to justify
a fabricated cause.

Drink because you didn’t know
they were innocent civilians.
Drink to try and cloak yourself
as just one in a million.

Drink young soldier.
Drink to those who lead you.
Drink to drown out all the cries
of those who didn’t need you.



Your eyes radiate with innocence that has long been forgotten
You are ignorant to a history that has been so rotten
You smile at everyone without lies in your heart
Something that sets great men and betrayers apart
You face the world with curiosity not fear
You are the key symbol of a new hope that’s near
Yet all of this, you don’t seem to know
But don’t worry, you still have many years left to grow

(Dedicated to my favourite little nephew, Foye)


Nigerian Hypocrite

You complain about the system
when you need the system to complain
and you keep on saying we’ll make a difference
if we could all just think the same.

You tweet that money isn’t everything
from that smart phone your parents paid for.
You post a picture of children dying,
You get to “like” it, whilst they stay poor.

A Nigerian song gets British airplay,
you adopt the movement like it’s your struggle
but if asked if you’re Nigerian,
you claim you’re half-blood not full muggle.

What makes you think you’re any different,
is it your wealth or education?
Or that accent you’ve developed,
does it create some complications?

I’m not proud to be Nigerian
’cause I know it’s bound to self destruct.
There’s nothing more I can protect.
What I used to love, I have forgot.

But you who say you’re oh so proud,
please don’t become a hypocrite.
Go back home and make a difference
or be like me and call it quits


Morning Dew

Dark blue infusions
before the bright lights of reality.
Driving past familiar buildings,
with a new sense of clarity.
Planes landing, whilst early birds
sing their perfect pitch greetings.
I can hear myself think,
no traffic now, no horns are bleeping.
A young child’s excitement
at a 5 am flight.
To just see the blue,
he stayed up all night.
No one’s been killed yet,
last night’s rain’s become dry
People remain in their dreams,
keeping a beautiful lie.
I wake up late now,
because I don’t think I can cope
with seeing the morning dew fade,
away with my hope.



It’s that thing that you say
that you have always thought.
That thing that you feel
that can never be fought.

It’s turning plain water
into the greatest of wines
It’s turning lost hope
right into a sign.

It’s being yourself
and everyone staring
It’s looking at them
and not even caring.

It’s living a lie
but never being caught
it’s making the most
of a life that’s too short.

It’s falling head over heels
but not out of love
It’s you waking up forgetting
all of the above.


The Writer

Last night I contemplated,
why my thoughts were complicated.
Or were they simply overrated?
Could this mind be replicated?
I wrote them down before they faded.
Constant edits, each line I hated.
it felt different…my mind was raided!
My anguish…grossly understated.
Words missed out like they were shaded.
Meaningless and fabricated.
You’re yet to know how I am tainted.
Maybe one day, you’ll see me naked.