Beware

Please,
Love by giving and taking.
While you’re at it,
Be wary of folks
Who will not lend a hand
When you want to cross a drain
But will expect you to go on all fours
So they can ride on your back
Over a ground covered with thorns.

Bugging Balls

You couldn’t keep your hands off me
But now, I’m a bug
You scratch your head and gaze into empty space
As you try to call back to memory
From which of your adventures in the wild
I’d clung unto you
Yes, I must have clung tightly unto you like thorns
You probably didn’t want to deal with the pain back then
So you let me be

Everything happened so fast
You were not in control one bit
You suspect those dancing eyes of mine
Perfectly rounded like the head of a lollipop
Bulging, threatening to pop out of their sockets
They must have tricked you in, that’s the trap
You’re sure there’s something,
Something dark lurking in those giant balls
Sucking you in with voracious intensity

Anyways, you’re on your way out
Or are you on your way in?
Hurrying into another spell with open eyes?
That was how you lied to yourself
That you were finally free
From the stranglehold of the bosomy
And the fetters of the voluptuous
Yea, those were the ones before me
I wonder what in this new catch worked the magic
And how long it’ll be before it starts bugging you

The Praise that’ll never come

Sometimes I wonder what it will feel like
To be the Messi that makes men go crazy
The Ronaldo whose praises men and women sing
Or the game of football, never in want of patronage

I wish I have fans who will always come back
Generous with their cheers and applause
Folks who’ll stake their whole lives
On something they have no power over
Too bad I don’t have the extraordinary talents of
Messi,
And neither am I sexy and skillful like Ronaldo
I can’t even boast of the spell-casting powers of
soccer
Nor of a killer derriere to push Kim K out of
business

So,
Instead of wishing for the praise that’ll never come
I sought to earn the approval right from my inside
I too, I’ve got something that is worthy of
celebration
A seed that is bound to sprout and surpass the sky

To loosen my very own fists and extract a clap
however turned out to be a big big hurdle
The bar is set so high, you won’t want to jump
I’ve been scaling the heights tho and I don’t intend
to stop
I keep pushing day by day because I don’t want to
lose him;
My number one fan

I have grown into a relentless supporter of the
project called me
I root for myself like there is no one else in the
stands
No doubts the applause of men gets to me
But it’s just a refreshing supplement at best

Not now or never will I sit, waiting to be spurred
No! I’m not a blues for life, Barca till I die or any of
such
I’d rather consider that seed sprouting in me
For such a great investment of energy, time,
passion and money

This one thing I am and I hope to remain;
A diehard fan of myself

When the Hero Visited

Hitherto, we sat wide-eyed
Gazing at glassed screens
In awe of his energy and sheen
Now he’s come to us
In flesh and blood
So with great energy and like a flood
We surged from all corners
Pressing tight to others and
pressed from every imaginable angle
No one is ready to carry this over
All for a glimpse we hustle on
Caution, courtesy, comfort and pride
Became luxuries not a soul can afford

A roar erupted from the front row
Our necks grew, the giraffe’s fashion
Paying no attention to our grumbling toes
His form we finally make out
Eyes hidden beneath black goggles
Shining silver dangling from his neck to match his steps
He was pretty good, awesomely swagalicious i’ll say
The aching in our joints is evidence of his captivating tempo
Hips swayed and twerked, hands were raised and rolled
While shoulders and chest collaboed* for scintillating moves
It was wild wild! No tamed soul in that crowd

When our adrenaline supplies were finally depleted
Our heads cooled, he bowed and approached the exit
Standing there staring at him in that instant
Without any glossy glass of a barrier
You can see beyond the dark shades, deeper
Blood runs in his veins

*pidgin English, same as collaborated

Not For Grabs!

Don’t patronize me,
my wares are tightly sealed
Your bargaining skills are useless
the key is beyond reach
Your eyes are fixed, your mouth is ajar
but these goodies are not for grabs
I guess you can look all you want
I’m aware it sends chills down your spine,
jerks the notorious pipe to life and makes it leap for joy

I need no personal clown,
Google and Facebook serve me well
You should probably borrow from them sometimes
I don’t need an acquaintance either
my mind is a lot to handle
No! Don’t come knocking at my door,
countless thoughts bang at it every hour
Dinner invites does no magic around here,
from my kitchen emerge the grandest cuisines
Pointless strolls along suya joints won’t just do,
beauty sleep is the language of the night

For the best dressed, am with Akanni,
can you even breathe in those?
I guess it’s cool; those yam-legs are covered today
Not being a fashion police, far from my passion
I don’t need to be rescued, not some trophy,
No! Not a conquest

I take the time to paint my face and dress to taste
Not that i like being stripped by your eyes
Looking good is my hobby, i won’t give it up because of you
It’s called a life and you should get one
Stop this superfluity of nothingness
I’m not just into you; you’ll probably find your type
That water from your pipe, my thirst cannot quench