Flowers are for the birth of love:Bouquets thrown for others to catch That they may trace their love's path;Yet flowers...

By chance, you flew as time and tide comply a dance of wings in colour-strangled air like sails of ships...

Innocently the clock sits still like a studentThe ‘seconds’ hand ticks past the minuteThe minute past the hour. Guiltily the...

(Port Harcourt, January 2016. For the fear of “educated militancy” in the Niger Delta) The price I pay for peace...

(…for Ogbonnaya Agwu and his irreplaceable loss. December 2015) It was just a simple phrase But when dropped, his world...

Of what use is the pen when the ink is dry? Why should I hide this pain when it makes...

Yesterday a bare land stood Beneath it, a zeal the future dares Today a castle springs from its shoot I...

Sometimes we need the riverbanks to break                 To know how tame the river has been                                 As wild floods...

Tears, tears I cannot c­­ry yet tears, tears that cannot dry burst my heart, my broken cistern and paint my...

The evergreen bush is set ablaze By the merciless heat rays It scourges my gentle rose Now from my eyes...