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Blood leapt from his arteries Arrowheads crafted from brimstone and sulphur Threatened to drink the moisture of my marrows- The sour taste of thirst perched atop my tongue- Dark paints painted the walls of my heart sable as The heart of mourners bereaved of a love-light- Water dwelt not amply sweet to douse my thirst- It dwelt not clean enough to clean darkness That clave my heart with arms made in inferno- In bid to rinse darkness that embraced my heart, Comrades from coasts of my birth, birds whose Feathers had same hue as mine took me to bars, Bars blessed with nude nymphs and neon-lights But the bar nearest my abode, an old rugged bar, Its bartender knocked we patronize him but nay Comrades hated the old rugged wine bar greatly- We swarm into nights, rolled down ribs of rocks- So we went to bars blessed with nudes and gins Liquor and wine jugged down my throat like Legions with banners set to slay the depression But rather than slay the foe, they added pa...

Okiroro Vs Goliath 😀 In this age of men omnipotent in their own sight yet as afraid as their ancestors were, I was given life at soils south of the deadly Sahara desert in a kingdom famed for fishermen, farmers and fair damsels. In the years when the traditional monarchs still had all power in their domain amid encroachment of the British, my father was the Ovie of Uzei Kingdom which made him as traditions demand double as the chief priest to the water spirit Eni famed for its ability to detect which person is infected or free from witchcraft; thus my father was the absolute monarch of that great Uzei Kingdom founded upon the soils of fornication. My father had one wife, the love of his youthful age whom he loved till his love for her withered as the beauty of her youth withered away. With heart no more pleased by the woman of his youth, my father’s eyes began to grow lusty for my mother’s youthful charm and in a matter of few eyelid-blinks, he took my youthful mother as h...

Reflection caged in a glass Almost every kid meets the underrated day wherein he finds himself staring at a mirror, watching his reflection mimic every single action he performs. I am an adult, yet I too found myself staring at the mirror. What could have made an adult like me get that curious wonder at a mirror that we ought to normally leave behind at childhood? Hang tight, read on, you would find out soon enough. Well, while I gazed on the ever shinny mirror, though this story is fictional, it embraced my mind like a sour memory. It is the story of two friends who though down and out, kept receiving a pounding from life's pitiless knuckles. Okiemute just received a sack letter from the job he had no option but to do, his friend Emu had just received a divorce letter from the woman he had no other option but to love because she was the only one who had ever given him open arms (only that has changed). Each friend beaten by depression had no time to look a mirror, else t...

CANTO I Atop this olden dust horsemen ride, Under the sunshine, beneath raindrops, Underneath the snowflakes, below hail, Their breaths abide warm, their lungs exhale, Loving and abhorring their hearts bring- As life, the-endless-fowl beats wings on, Hours of darkness drop on the aged dust Like twigs befallen by raven’s wing- Many raven skies quit like water Evaporates, men act epic songs Yet love though soft, ‘tis a vast matter- Be it love that goes down from the-blue And feeds dampness to seedlings in leas; Be it love that nailed the-Christ to tree; Or love flung from saintly chests like pants, Heading towards the crown of Heaven; Or lusty love that flows like river, With only twain shores, hearts of lovers; Be it the love apt to burn if bits Of a mother’s soul is in her arms, Slurping her nipple’s milk into the Tender embrace of a toothless mouth- In this ever playing earthly ride, Sons-of-Eve are dim casts taking sides In a grand conflict that was ere t...

CHAPTER ONE I STUMBLED UPON OMNIPOTENCE I would have loved to begin this long piece from my youthful years of imagination by telling you about myself. But I discovered like Albert Einstein would agree, it seems it is not necessarily you or me at the center of the universe. Anthropocentric views often lead us toward religion rather than towards God. And soon as we are led away into religion and more religion, we veer into superstitions and lose the truth which was our original aim. Like Pythagoras, the Bible agrees that God is this truth. Organized religion has too often led us away from God (the truth), rather than towards God which was the aim. Science and religion are not separate things as you have often heard. Science and religion are part of the same truth. Science is necessary to unearth and unravel the mysteries etched in poetic and figurative language left behind by the ancients on pages of Holy Books. Albert Einstein once said “ science without religion is lame an...