Eden’s wake

Raped of essence, Gaya thinks:

life is an affliction!

homo sapien sedition,

greenhouse emission,

they ruin my flawless skin…

Take me back to Eden's wake,

time of the primordial soup

when all was new

and only felt was heaven's embrace

cradled by sun and moon's light

Skies filled with faraway stars once vivid

now blanketed by industry’s breath

the heavens polluted by technology

nothing is left undefiled

like a dog with fleas, I am sets unease

Overpopulating, they

consuming all in their wake

their parasitic resilience

unsusceptible to my defenses

all failed attempts to quash them

weaponizing my tears

my quaking body and seething pants

yet the malady unable to shake

beset, but corrected I stand

… man, not life is my only affliction

Worn, abused and tired am I

Awaiting what're be my end

by tormenters within

'else by heaven's kind hand

leading me back to Eden's wake

6:45am

Listening…


Imagination drawing pictures of a stary night..

Causing coursing desire to melt into my pillow


The wrongest time to come by such melody

As the sun already rises to great me.

GOOD MORNING!!!! 🙂

A very big “IF” on the autobiography!

Daily writing prompt
You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?

Should I ever experience a narcissistic overload, therefore attempting to write my own autobiography and chances are, neverrrrr – my very first line would be: I might regret this… but what the heck!…

An anticipation of “March’s madness”…

On February 20th, Nigerians witnessed the launch of A Journey in Service, a memoir detailing the life of a former military ruler. Now 83, he recounts his role in what can only be summarized as the country’s downward spiral—from senseless coups and executions that ignited a civil war to an election annulment that led to further bloodshed. And yet, on that day, he and his book were celebrated by the President and former Heads of State. The gall—the insult to the common Nigerian, past and present.

February also delivered a Hollywood tragedy straight out of The X-Files—a renowned actor, his wife, and their dog, all found dead in different parts of their home. No signs of forced entry. No carbon monoxide poisoning. No definitive time of death. A mystery worthy of the strangest conspiracy theories. Oh boy – February couldn’t get any crazier could it? Well Helz Yezzz!.

February 28th! The world witnessed what can only be described as the political equivalent of The Jerry Springer Show. Leader versus world leader. Or perhaps, world leader and his team going at leader – take your pick. No fists were thrown, but the number of jaws hitting the floor that day—including mine—was staggering. A day of pride for some, a day of disgrace for others. A moment in history remembered for ????… I’ll leave you to fill in the blanks.

Now, standing in the month of Martius, I can’t help but reflect on the sheer audacity of the past few weeks—from political theater to ongoing freakishly hot Lagos weather. And so, I ask: What more could you have in store for us, O month of March named after the Roman god offf … war?!

Pantheon smiles down,

From Fields of Mars spectating

His month unfolding

Its Haibun Monday on dVerse and its all about how you interpret “March Madness”. This piece was fun for me! Based on my view of the term “March madness” I got the chance to unclog all the frustration that came with previous month of February 😁.

March is here and I personally choose to be positive and prayerful about what’s ahead.

Cheers! 🙂

Chatrooms, Hybrid theory and beyond

Looking back at the early 2000s, it was a blast with punk music and cool chatrooms. Leaving home for Ife was memorable, even if I wasn’t as wild as I thought!

Daily writing prompt
Describe a phase in life that was difficult to say goodbye to.

The early 2000’s when punk and alternative rock put you on a natural high and yahoo chatrooms didn’t have so many “crazies”… The world had started shrinking and you could ACTUALLY make a friend or two from across the many seas. I did…

In 2005, I had my first experience leaving the Lagos nest to live alone, wild and free in the city of Ife. Who am I fooling?! I wasn’t that wild, but it was fun and unforgettable. Food was cheap, the air was clean and my then job had me chilling half the time… I made a few mistakes there though and so for that reason I would relive that time in order to correct few decisions of mine.

4.30am

Late night, no sleep, just scrolling through endless media chaos. Overwhelmed by info and feeling drained, but Lofi music saves the vibe. Good night or morning!

4.30am yet devoid of sleep
distraction after another
wired media feeds intellectual beast
news spanning from lies to the alleged
sedentary and sore eyed, yet mesmerized
Hypnotized by the vast sea of content
the he said she saids and DIYs
cat and dog compilation videos,
Global updates point to man’s decline
The entertainment scene, just as vile
Mind now hurting… info over load
Thank goodness for the Lofi genre

… Good night or do I say Good morning? 🙂

It’s Open Link Night (#379) over at the d’Verse Poets Pub. Feel free to join in 🙂

Seeking understanding

Daily writing prompt
If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why?

I would choose to spend a day living the life of people I DO NOT understand in the hope that after a day of walking in their shoes I would empathize… or not! 😉

Encompassing

From breaking wind

to dust to dust returned,

Save combustion…

yet “burning” with passion

A lay man’s expression of what Yogis have preached all this time…

inspired by todays prompt over at dverse – Tuesday Poetics: The Four Elements

Batik Nation

inspired by:
https://dversepoets.com/2025/02/24/its-quadrille-monday-3/

A question for all creative writers!

Please leave your comments as I would truly appreciate your opinions on this matter 🙂