Afrophilus anthology

The woman next-door still sings of her woes, She still chants eulogies of pains and grief, As the dark, thin silent walls listen. But I didn't mind since she doesn't disturb me. I wanted to keep the nonchalant ears, But yesterday night after the moon had begun to shine, Her tears broke down the wall between our rooms and I saw the paint of sorrow on a human face. I took her in my arms and succeeded in soothing her, Sat her down on the bamboo tree just outside the room. However, as she beheld the radiance of the full moon, She started to sob afresh. It shocked me to see the illuminating moonlight birth darkness and pain. She was just a decade and five years old, When her father; a capital drunkard, Came back from his usual sweet short stout joint. He vomited and the innocent damsel only tried to be a good daughter. The tipsy leopard snarled, aimed, paused, snarled again. Then pounced. The prey didn't know death was coming, The jewel didn't know the...

Once upon a time. time, time, You were my muse. muse, muse, The very reason for all of my lines. Once upon a time. time time, You were my pen. pen, pen, The ink that flowed through me. Once upon a time. time time, You were my anchor. chor, chor, Shielding my ignorant ship from death. Once upon a time. time, time, You were my smile. mile, mile, The reason I didn't have to be fake. Now upon the time. time, time, Lines won't do to describe who we are. Man makes himself unfortunate And I for sure have made mine. I could sacrifice to time and beg him to go take me back But he wouldn't blink an eyelid to  yield me plea. I could beg fate to take me away, But even if he agrees, How will I live away from you?

Daddy grew up with two mothers; The wife and her step lived as sisters And in unison, gave heed to granddad, So like a young flower, daddy sprouted in a blissful home. Once upon a time in fantasy land. Women are the salt of the earth, If only Daddy knew this could be a myth, Maybe things wouldn't be so bad, He probably wouldn't have hoped for the heavens. Once upon a time in fantasy land. Exactly two hours, a minute and two seconds after mummy timidly collected the ring, "Treat me like a queen and I will you a king," Were the words she said, But daddy had grown to believe the contrary. Once upon a time in fantasy land. "What nonsense are you saying? Somebody tell me I am dreaming? Even Sarah called her husband Lord." Thus began our family woe. Once upon a time in fantasy land. Since the wife is a she-cow, Daddy felt force would make her bow. Mummy received constant lashes not from rods but our lampstand, Yet she wouldn't yield ...

The scars of our memories still haunt me, Turns my song into ashes. If only they would grow wings and drift off, For my heart burns like hell to see you hurt because of me. Olami. See the music my heart paints, Our memories a canvas of the damaged paradise. Who will undo these frightful errors? Morenife. I wish I could own the name for you, I want to whisper it into your soul as you sleep, And chant it to your heart when the day breaks. Eriife. So you were the evidence that my heart is not barren, That a rose could bloom in a desert. But why has fate wrong me thus? This is tragic. All my hopes are like the fantasies of a four-year old. Building pyramids in the sea. You are no more than the wishes in my head. No more than the whispers from the butter-flies in my heart. No more than the fault in my actions, No more than the stigma, I would have to hide till the giant bell tolls and even beyond... Non English words Olami Morenife Eriife (They are all Yor...

I have been there, Been in too deep my feet couldn't touch the end, My life slower than a snail, and my heart racing faster than the seconds of a snowy day. I have been in the lion's den, And since I was no Daniel, I couldn't shut their mouth. The eagles of the air did wine and dine on my skull. Maybe I was dead, I really did not know, since I was ignorant of what it feels like to live. I was definitely a servant to the army of the dead. But my story changed, When I found the man in white, Nay, it was he that found me, For it was I who was lost with a broken heart. Life that was bitter like gall, Now tastes sweeter than honey. Everything he took away And my soul was free of death. I did not need to be taught to live right, he told me not to bother to try to live right, he took my life nd gave me his, and ever since I could do no wrong. they tried to make me feel lower, invited me to the life that made my tongue sour, and when I was gon' y...

On nights like these I want to come to ur place... Not cold nights, my blanket will do for that... On nights I'm sad for no reason.. On nights I find it hard to do what I do best —smile nd write— On nights like these I go out to pray nd come to ur place, You were always the answer to those prayers... You never try to make me stop being unhappy You didn't even have to bcos i forget worries once I see ur ugly face...😋 My heart will leap for joy nd I'd just be myself... I'm boring nd shy to talk to girls... But I'm none of these when I'm with you... So I always wanted to come... And this cold moonless nd startless night is one of them... But for reasons I don't know, I can't. 😒