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

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.

Fitting into shoes: Enter Alex and Jordan’s.

The bass thumped rhythmically, sending vibrations through the crowded dance floor. Amidst the swirl of colors and the blur of dancing figures, Alex and Jordan moved to the beat, their laughter mingling with the music. To any onlooker, they were the epitome of friendship — inseparable and in sync.

Alex, ever the protector, watched over Jordan with a mix of admiration and concern. They had always been there for Jordan, through highs and lows, celebrations and heartbreaks. Alex’s feelings for Jordan ran deep, born from a place of genuine love and dedication.

Jordan, on the other hand, was a whirlwind of energy, attracting people like a magnet. Charismatic and engaging, they often found themselves the center of attention, leaving Alex on the sidelines. It was a pattern familiar to both: Jordan diving into new experiences and friendships, while Alex waited patiently in the wings.

As the night progressed, Jordan’s attention drifted, captivated by new faces and conversations. Alex watched from a distance, a familiar pang of neglect stirring within them. Despite this, Alex remained steadfast, their loyalty unwavering.

But beneath the surface, questions lingered. How long could Alex continue this dance of being there for Jordan, while their own feelings were overlooked? Was their patience a strength or a vulnerability? And for Jordan, would they realize the depth of Alex’s commitment before it was too late?


As the night deepened, the dance floor became more crowded, pulsing with energy. Jordan, ever the social butterfly, danced freely, their laughter echoing above the music. Alex, though enjoying the rhythm, kept a watchful eye, their protective instincts always attuned to their friend’s well-being.

In the midst of the vibrant scene, a new figure emerged, sliding into the space beside Jordan. This person, with a too-eager smile and an encroaching manner, began to dance a little too close for comfort. Jordan’s smile faltered, their movements growing constrained as they tried to politely distance themselves.

Alex, noticing the subtle change in Jordan’s demeanor, felt a familiar surge of protectiveness. They knew Jordan’s tendency to attract attention, not always welcome, and how it sometimes left them feeling overwhelmed. Without hesitation, Alex moved closer, their presence a silent but strong statement.

“Hey, Jordan, there’s someone I want you to meet,” Alex interjected smoothly, offering Jordan an out. Grateful relief flashed in Jordan’s eyes as they eagerly followed Alex away from the unwanted company.

As they moved to a quieter corner of the party, Jordan let out a breath they didn’t realize they’d been holding. “Thanks, Alex,” they said, a genuine smile returning to their face. “You always know when to step in.”

Alex shrugged modestly, but their eyes held a deep care that went beyond simple friendship. “Always got your back,” they replied simply, but the sentiment carried the weight of their unspoken feelings.

In that moment, the dynamics of their friendship were crystal clear. Alex, ever the guardian, was there to protect and support, while Jordan, often caught up in the whirlwind of life, sometimes failed to see the depth of Alex’s dedication.


Imagine yourself a “Jordan”. You enjoy the vibrancy of life, often getting caught up in the moment. You rely on Alex, sometimes without fully realizing it, and perhaps take their constant presence and support for granted.

Now, become the “Alex”. Feel the depth of your unwavering commitment and the pain of often unacknowledged love and protection. Understand the frustration and patience intertwined in your actions…

My Honey Bee … To my daughter

Dear Honey Bee,

I prayed for you, and during my conversation with The Creator, the weirdest instruction came to mind: “Give her an animal spirit.” And so, I fashioned the character I hoped you would imbibe through the qualities of… the Honey Bee. 🐝

Why the Honey Bee, you ask? Well, I asked myself the same question as the thought flashed before my mind’s eye.

My first thought was that “Honey Bee” would be a great nickname for a girl, but my spirit pressed further.

Not only did the name appeal to me, but the essence of the animal itself… its qualities. It was based on those qualities that I became convinced this marvelous creature’s character was meant for you.

… The Honey Bee

Sena, I dub you the Honey Bee. You are my Honey Bee; you are The Lord’s Honey Bee. From you springs qualities of love, simplicity, sweetness, happiness, and kindness. But even more, like the honey bee that buzzes from flower to flower spreading pollen for the continuation of life, you, my darling, spread joy wherever you go. You have a light in you that could only have been put there by The Creator Himself. Always remember that, and use these gifts to make HIM happy—by making others around you happy. 😇

Sena, is it okay if I take a little more time to dig deeper into the character I have forged for you as a parent?

You see, Sena, in the kingdom of the honey bee—also known as a hive—there are three types of bees:

  • The Worker Bees
  • The Soldier Bees
  • The Queen Bee

Now, I say Queen because there is only one Queen at all times in a hive, while there are many, many worker and soldier bees. Isn’t that something?!

From all the classes of this magnificent creature, you possess qualities that make you the radiant being that you are.

  • From the worker bee, you inherit your energetic spirit—you are cooperative, an achiever, and a team player.
    Worker bees are known to nurse the babies of the hive, and from them, you get your extremely caring attitude.
  • As a Soldier Bee, you are physically and mentally strong. You are focused, respectful, selfless, and courageous.
    The soldier bee defends its hive against any threat or enemy, and just like them, you are devoted to loving and defending those around you. Thank you for loving and defending me. 😍
  • As the Queen Bee, you are unique, with a beautiful soul that stands out and attracts things of The Light.
    You are royalty, made by The Creator’s Hand and for His Glory alone.

Sena, I need you to always see yourself as the leader that you are. You are a servant to those you lead. Yes, you are a GOOD leader.

You are sweet! Just like the female worker honey bee that creates honey, you, my dear Sena, make honey through your infectious joy and laughter, your kindness, thoughtfulness, and humble spirit.

Finally, honey bees are key to flower pollination, much like butterflies that flutter from bloom to bloom, spreading seeds of life. You, my Honey Bee, are kind and ever willing to share—not just your physical belongings, but also your joy. You make others happy… you make me happy.

Always remember to see yourself this way, my Honey Bee.
Walk this path, and The Lord Almighty will continue to bathe you in HIS Light.

I love you, my Honey Bee… my Sena.

To Parents:

We have a responsibility to our children—to help mold their destiny. Why not start by blessing them with a spirit animal?
The purpose of this open love letter to my daughter is to show just how fulfilling it can be when a child is given character even before birth—and to witness all those qualities unfold as they grow.

… Speak into their lives, and then speak to them.

To Children:

You are special. You are loved. And you too have Character!

Whispered Confession

We kiss,
 a dream "We" are made of
 (laying in my lovers arms)
 of  bitter sweet and shear ecstasy
 Jagged  pill- Truth, the noble entity  prophesies,
 Disaster this love will be

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Kiss me quickly!
 Chasing away this shadow of reality
 Turn truth to doubt by the closeness of 
our lips
 Yet this... this...
 the fact that lingers...
 It is not love; it is not lust
 But calculated affection that binds us
 yet is it not safer so, is it not enough?...

An ode to final partings

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I loved you then, I love you still my dear Father…

 

Reminiscing now the chill that day,
Perhaps only internal,
Did winds blow outside? I forget
Gun shots  loud speak salutation to a Hearse,
Winter takes form and makes a place within the home,
Cold winds that did freeze and break the heart
Winter in my heart,
Winter to my touch as I bid farewell…

on NOT raising rapists…

No its not poetry but #Adjustedsails delivers a POWERFUL message here “on NOT raising Rapists”… Enjoy!

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“Nobody ever says I wanna be a [RAPIST] when I grow up.” I liked those late ’80s commercials stressing the importance of making early anti-drug decisions by choosing NOT to be a drug-user. As a passionate advocate of abuse prevention, I teach my children, and admonish others to teach their children, NOT to be rapists and NOT to be abusers (sexual, physical, emotional, or otherwise). People usually ask, “How? What’s a practical way?” My response: “Explicitly!” We don’t teach our children much else in vague terms. We don’t JUST say, “Mind your manners.” We say, “Don’t put your elbows on the table.” We don’t JUST say, “Respect others’ things.” We say, “Don’t go upstairs without their permission, or don’t run in their home, or don’t jump on their couch.” Well, I’d much rather your son run across my couch than rape my daughter! Likewise, I’m sure you’d much rather…

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Lo…Ust!

Those hands and lips that did me much pleasure
That tongue that roamed living me in a state of leisure
You were my drug, my dose of ecstasy
In moments passion I look down upon our bodies
joined as one and I crave this eternity

But is it fate for me?
Is it meant to be?
So says fate

“Nay, only futility
Sure sex is sweet fruit yet as candy too much-too bad for the tooth”

The taste of your juice- mouth, skin and down under
The feel of you, my mind and body shudder-I wonder
could you be my thunder?
If so then I seek for it to Rrrain forever!!!
My avenging angel by Eros sent to subdue my cares
momentarily as we mesh undoubtedly in the bosom of ecstasy

bigstock-Love-in-text-15394607I wanting you, you wanting me, this just has to be Lo… Ust!
So where is the Love?
Question that echoes ever so faintly as we fashion our interpretation of “Love”

bigstock-Lust-44528956Please make a way for fate to say we are worthy
To lose you would hurt me
What to do with these feelings that corrupt me
Cursed ’cause I’m craving your body
while true love is on the high seas…
O HEAVEN HELP ME!

Pretty Heels

Walking in her pretty heels,
Surety in her stride,
unseen pressure points
and pain hidden that
only translate to varicose veins

Life, one big test- a parlay
To the party, initiated at first breath
Trials giving way to testimony, leading
to testament at death.

Her unfolding story is mine
of boulders crashing down
tempests unresting versus the calm
spectator and actor amidst the rise and falls
A tumultuous mind, groaning existence

Stings ease with each silent scream
Suicide- won’t welcome the hand that
suddenly ends the huddles, the runs,
crashes and burns, the rumps, the bumps
and turns- Puddles of mud laying in front,
…So tired of the jump

Her life- a misty mirror with its many cracks
Tears mapping her yesterday
and in that same distance, trails of
“honey-coated” memories- strengthening
 here and tomorrow, .

Brighter days just up ahead,
Rays soon to pierce through the gloom-
in hope she spurs on
heart focused on a multicolored dawn

Calm waters, sweet sea breeze, blue skies
wind and sea bird cries
the taste of salt, the feel of sand grains
marking her almost naked skin – “a daydream”

In reality, life’s current rages on,
She’s super girl- “S” on her chest,
taking on the world with music in her steps
In her pretty heels, walking life’s yellow brick road,
They still sting yet her expressions will never show.

Really, every woman is an example to me, because as women we go through so much pain. We have to live this perfect life when we are messed up inside. We all go through trials and tribulations.
Mary J. Blige