I can’t feel my mind I can’t feel it working.. I can’t feel the usual noise Of its constant toiling Nothing is real And I can’t even love the fantasy

Lights of Lagos

I watched the lights on the streets of Lagos – that hideous behemoth of lively polluted souls. I lived in the lights and I danced in its fall like Nero I got carried away by the black oil that made Lagos. Alas! For this was our undoing the lights were neon too small compared to […]


And we will drown the tears in unflinching laughter whilst our soul quivers from the pain our eyes eschew.


I’ll gladly be hexed by your Gods and ostracized by his minions and worshippers if in all these, I obtain my mind’s freedom and the enlightenment it nourishes.