520. To the Writer Jump to 520. To the Writer
Read like a
writer.
Write like a
reader.
Read like a
writer.
Write like a
reader.
Money is not
the problem.
It's its color--the
color of cash--
that is.
He said he's
gay.
A former word
for happy.
That it's now
illegal socially
to lambaste
male on male.
Seriously?
Happy now?
It's called
power, right.
So it belongs to the
powerful.
We're all
NaN, after all.
Except we prefer to
go to war.
The young woman
didn't know what to think
where to go with the car.
All the time
it was how she'd look in it,
how she'd be seen,
be taken.
Capture the moment,
miss the story.
Yes, sex is
necessary.
But who
you have it
with?
Absolutely.
The sugar in
cucumber will do
today.
It, too, is
sweet as the ants
w'd say.
Nigeria couldn't
divide.
The people couldn't--
they couldn't tell
one from other.
How long does it
take a tree to grow?
I'm in Lagos, I
do not know.
Advertising
places your brand
in front of eyes--
millions of them.
Marketing
places your brand
in minds, still--
millions of them.
It's not music
anymore.
It's religion--
their gods
their stars.
They know
that. They.
Successful partnerships
do not run the same schedules;
they sync different ones.
Freedom
can be a yoke.
No, it won't
pull no load,
it'll crush you.
If that dick ain't
disciplined
the man ain't
made.
Fear
is only a warning,
not to sink, but
to think.
Is it also glutinous
to want to cover 110 books
a year but 1?
Lucky to be un-
employable.
My best decision
ever was quit school,
My worst, return.
I think the word "debt"
came from
"debilitating."
The longest trip
a man will take will be
within, his soul.
It'll be the most
rewarding, too, should
it be his life's troll.
Only the living
die.
You can hear a poem
with the eyes open.
And read one, too.
But to listen to a poem,
you must close your eyes.
See every syllable.
Self-control is a muscle,
but it isn't formed
by daily push-ups.
Ok, daily push-ups on
the good habits.
If you looked at my teeth
you'd agree I stopped smoking.
I didn't.
No, not that I didn't
but that I never did.
No, I didn't.
How sweet temporary
pleasure causes such
permanent damage!
Don't we all accept
we're all imperfect?
But, how come,
how come we are?
The quicker you grow
the much closer to death
you go, so
grow slow.
They will call you a poet
when they want.
That is up to them,
not you.
Having nothing to hide
is not having
everything to show.
When they wore
only very thin clothing,
they told you,
"Look, these sex organs
are on, not in, the body."
Only celebrity deaths
are announced.
Now what is a
celebrity death?
Minimalism isn't
absence of color,
but making sense of it.
You see, they flogged
the one kid for not closing
the eyes
when they prayed.
But didn't wonder
what the other kid thought
with eyes shut
when they prayed.
To be repelled by
people is to be
attractive to a few.
A few true people.
The computer "brain"
is inherently stupid,
almost insane!
Not all awander
are lost.
Not all astray
amiss.
When you sleep,
you take nothing with you;
yet awake refreshed,
everyday.
Don't ask 'why;'
you know 'why,'
you do.
Reinventing the wheel
might fetch you a heart attack.
Riding the wrong wheel?
man, that's certain death!
Ginger raw is
making garlic
more palatable.
Mightn't God have
made them so?
It's easy to prophesy,
right?
I can look at you through
a crystal ball and say,
"will happen."
What I'm not sure
about?
How to make that
happen that I said "will,"
prophecy.
God creates woman,
man commodifies her.
Woman like an apple brand,
so most of 'em prefer.
And they'll treat them
as living, breathing,
active billboards, not
entertaining athletes.
An idea is only as unique
as your unawareness of it.
Then it's old again.
Bitter is sweeter
and better
than sweet.
Writing is my only
excuse for desiring to
know it all.
The bearer of the womb
that brought me here
and the sharers of the same womb
will never know anything about me,
except through research.
They can research my
Evernote.
Every woman
costs money.
Whether you spend cash
on her or not.
Whether she spends cash
on you or not.
Every woman
costs money.
Any struggle for
world dominance anywhere
is a declaration of war
on America.
Don't hire
better employees.
Hire better
managers, leaders.
Some of us dance
better sitting
down.
Writing is not
a talent,
a wanting to
help others.
Just want to
do, to
help.
"Why am I dying
when I've worked so hard
to live?"
He cannot know
he asked that question,
no!
The look on his face,
when he had one, though,
said so.
To be authentic is,
not to reveal all,
to hide none
of all to reveal.
It'll be too late
for earth to transition
to mars when mars is ready.
When Mars is ready!
Mindfulness is
listening to a soberstry
without scratching a single itch,
might take a whole hour.
To accept a point of view
is to grasp a story.
One comes before
the other.
To grasp a story is not
to approve its account.
One decides on
the latter.
It is unsafe
to know you have
unlimited
space.
Listening is
an art.
It's deliberate,
naive.
Somewhere a
"thank you"
is headed
always.
Christianity didn't
spread to Europe.
It was snatched by Europeans
slavery got a new tool,
perfect one.
Africa used to be
Europe's business.
They had their c-suites.
Now Africa is
Africans' business.
They have their c-suites.
Knowledge
nothing most people
will do for you
should not prevent
doing a lot for
most people.
God made man
upright
that she may take
only a limited space
on their earth.
Not answers
change the game.
Questions.
Game?
Not the length
of the story
that makes it true,
that tells it.
But the story itself
makes it true,
tells it--
brief.
Don't reinvent
the wheel,
it takes too long!
And it's a hurt that
won't heal
no matter the song.
There's this stress
much of the world
isn't aware of.
It's (made in) Nigeria.
Tea had to be
seductive
so humans would be
seduced for good.
For life.
Facebook is not
free!
It was you Zuckerberg
chose to sell
to be billionaire.
Everyone has time
to say, "good morning."
Only a few, though,
to ask, "howdy?"
Your teacher is
not one that teaches you
to do.
Your teacher is
the thinking you do
while doing.
Your teacher is
giving to you to do that
which you must do.
"If you think
the same things you think
when taking your medicine,
when taking tea, you'll be well.
Great thing is, you're well
by just being natural,
by just taking tea,
an awesome story to tell."
When was classical music
ever African?
An over-entertained mother
cannot educate her children,
or interact with them.
She can only have them
entertained, really,
over-entertained.
Privacy is a threat to
freedom
as much as freedom
is to privacy.
Humans were
not born to be employed,
but to be deployed
by each other.
With your eyes closed
you can see whatever you desire;
perhaps, have it too.
We're out of the womb now
and must keep our eyes
open. Unfortunate?
There's no
stupid questions,
just stupid people.
And they never ask
stupid questions,
being stupid people.
Since
every woman
is perfect
--form & function--
we pick one
we're cool
w/.
The Amazon is
mighty.
With every river
it competes.
But remains
one river.
The suspecting mind
cannot risk
being detected.
The hidden mind
doesn't want to
give itself away.
Comfort can
not understand pain,
needless to explain.
Panic button
is red, not to mimic
the color of blood,
but the state of blood.
Always.
You don't leave LinkedIn
after you get a job.
Because if you want to
get a job you always
want to get a job.
Don't exercise
to live longer.
Exercise to enjoy
living longer.
Tea holds its froth
longer than beer.
It's strength, too,
not to intoxicate,
to detoxicate.
No one's ever sure
of the sun coming
morrow.
They say they are
because they believe,
not that they know.
When everybody is
the industry leader,
the industry isn't led.
When no one leads
the industry,
the industry's fully led.
If you didn't
pick where you can call
home yourself,
you have lived someone else's life
all this time.
And died
doing so, too bad!
The old man, bent double, suddenly collapsed and fell upon his walking stick.
"Dead," proclaimed passersby.
When the neighbors picked up what remained of him and buried it, we frowned to each other, "whew, how we'll miss his fondest words, 'you can talk yourself out of hospital bed always.'"
Don't think
about your business.
Think about
your customers.
Your customers
will think about
your business.
Your enemies
help boost
your ranking
on Google.
You cannot
heal the world,
or kill it.
Damn, you can
kill your self,
though.
To live
is to sacrifice.
To die
to pay the ultimate price of
the falsest birth
on planet earth.
God gave me
tea
for drinking
hot-water
made me puke.
Tea had to
look like urine,
(and act like?)
It's the incretion
of the excretion
that we may live.
You can be an expert
at anything.
Just commit to
making another an
expert at anything.
Nature wanna
sleep,
man
awake.
Then the latter
cries
when the former
retires, dies.
Brain don't wanna
be bothered with stuff.
Won't chew you for
stupid, stupid!
Not the word,
"smile," but "cheese"
ends in a smile.
Say "cheese."
I can't change
the world.
I won't change
the world.
O, I got a small
corner.
That!
To be heard
over the chaos of me-me-me noise,
you don't get a loud-hailer.
Perhaps, a louder hailer.
You keep quiet.
Fun +
action =
function
Never read
for fun.
Read
for action.
If you read
for fun
find
function
The miracle
I yearned scared me
each time I thought
I got it.
With life companion
I lived, or
didn't, I
couldn't know.
The choice of wine
over tea
is man's fault,
not God's.
Not wine's, not tea's.
Start from
service.
End with
product.
Egypt, the Wilderness,
Promised Land.
There's three reasons you
go to a doctor.
You're afraid.
You can explain.
You're taken there.
None these three were
available to me.
If Whitney Houston
had the dream I had
yesterday night,
Earth would have one more hit
to enjoy.
Don't think of the reward;
think of the award,
but do nothing for neither.
If you want to
change the world
don't have your world.
But the Devil wants you
to rule your world,
not change the world.
If you hurry
you'll miss her.
Chill and
you'll kiss her.
The problem
with the West is
Sun only sets
there.
Have myriad
people to learn from,
fewer to teach.
Perhaps, one:
you. You.
If suicide
is crime...
Where's the
criminal?
Talent is
skills you forget
you learned.
They stick.
If dying were
as physical as death,
death would come
slower.
Woman, ah,
you should've been selling
bananas!
Who's going to buy
your Coke!
It's never too late
to die.
Any locality can claim
to be "the cradle of civilization."
Because civilization is
whatever anybody says it is.
A movie theater
is where we go after work
for enjoyment.
And some of you say,
"no, that's home!"
"I got home theater, after all."
Sure, you can go home
and watch the evening news
and spend time with family.
But where you go
to enjoy is the cinema,
and you can go home afterward.
A movie theater
is where you go after work
for enjoyment.
Histories are
best chewed in bits,
and swallowed long,
forever.
Even in your own
sales brochure,
you got to be careful
how you advertise.
Or else you'll be lost.
Saving space,
dying for lack of
fresh air.
Horizon
is an illusion.
Death
is my official retirement.
If you're the dumbest
person in the room,
you're in the right room.
Come out smarter,
undumbed.
It can be a fight.
I might as well
start it now.
Authority
to be stupid
is conveyed.
Disconnected people
in a connected world.
It's still easier
to resist
at the beginning
than at the...
End.
Nigerians
bought generators--
and used them--
as if they were competing
with NEPA.
Sorry, PHCN.
No book
is worth your rushing
through.
Nor should you
ten to live
well.
The song
deliberately
done blank,
left blank, will
stay blank.
But has a filling
for the mind.
A place on
the playlist.
Good tea
takes time
to brew.
Insight
is money.
This mango
tree--filled with fruits.
Ripe mangoes.
If I climb
this tree, I'll come back.
With some fruits.
It's how
I love it--to climb
and come back.
There is a tree--
maybe a mango,
maybe not, I don't know.
It's over there,
filled with fruits,
ripe mangoes, figs.
We needed not to know
the color of Abacha's eyes
to detest him.
It was likely yellow.
Good food
takes time, effort.
So does
good child.
Reality.
Virtual reality.
Augmented Reality.
Real reality?
Imagined reality.
I am convinced
that neither religion
nor politics causes war.
But the religion of
politics as well as the
politics of religion does.
Wherever you are
be there.
Present.
Useful.
It's sweet!
It's tasty!
Remove the salt.
See.
Fight
hurts two;
victory one.
Okay,
defeat,
too.
A slap
makes two pain,
not one.
Their moms hated
that they had to go to farm.
They can't let their kids
do that, no way!
The sun they caught,
these kids won't.
No, they're indoors watching
breakfast television.
Carrots are
not seasonal.
So they're called
not mango.
The children
ran away from their father.
They dodged him.
He flogged them
yesterday.
Only a small part of
man changes.
They're too sooner dead
than known to have.
Earth, earth,...
There's one more call
you must answer
then be no more.
I will be told.
Collect your own
poems.
The abundance of water
does not make drinkards,
no one drinks passed
their demands
of thirst.
I am African.
I live in my skin.
I am African.
We cover up.
I am African.
I keep my hair.
Wish
I could just sleep right now
and see myself in London.
Yes,
you can.
Just go sleep.
The shepherd
doesn't lead the sheep
from the front,
from behind.
No, the shepherd
doesn't drive the sheep,
leads them,
from behind.
The wicked thrive
that you may love God
for what you have,
not what you don't.
Not what they have.
Our rooms
will have no stomach
for food
were we to eat 7 servings
of fruits and veggies a day.
But, what is food?
You're judged
by what they thought
they heard, not by
what you said.
Don't be like the rats—
always hiding, even
in their own
hideout.
Boredom
is innovative.
It's what you dream
then, whenever.
We know what
happens to the dead
no more than they know
what happened to them,
or is happening to us.
How could we?
The little death
that helps us live
everyday,
that is what you stole.
And kept.
O.
Save Egypt
and feed her.
Just don't
remain
on her.
Everybody has one day
in a year, and
it's not their birthday.
That day's so crucial
we're not aware
it came that day.
Well, we weren't aware
of our birthday either.
O, someone told us.
Happens too
in their world.
Sometimes they just don't
want it!
It belongs to Nigeria
to misunderstand "Nigerians."
Ever.
Because the latter
never became.
Never.
They will be
called
former Nigerians.
Not "fellow Nigerians."
In those days
the men thought about
the marriage.
The women
the wedding.
How can you think
when you're not writing?
How can you write
not thinking?
Sleep had me jealous
of my wife.
You slow down
not the world,
....
Faster is the way
it ends that has life.
You need
to look left, look right,
before you cross.
But you must cross,
or look left, look right
and never do.
"We have worked
so hard to make
your eyes look good."
Or kill them for good.
It'll make sense
for Biafra to rise
again.
Again, as
confederate.
Don't read
history.
Think.
Not a creation
unworthy of attention.
Deny that, remain
in darkness.
The greatest resurrection
will be, not one of history,
but from history.
From a
position of dependence
does silence speak.
But makes no noise.
A lifetime of
broken scripts
is the full story somewhere.
You must find
and fit all
the pieces.
You're not
proceeding respectfully
when you start saying,
"with all due respect."
Who deserves the drink
when I'm 100?
Who got it
when I was zero?
That was my birthday.
Maybe
another people found God
and brought him by,
undead.
The military built
bridges.
Civilians
traffic rings.
When the time
comes,
everybody yields.
People should be
proud to be
ambassadors,
not
paid to be.
Whenever it's called
an ad,
it's an ad.
A/C is
Artificial Cooling
and not good.
Life was
a struggle,
but I lived it.
As long as I did.
A woman's
not to be won,
wowed.
Wow her.
Garlic has no smell
until she is
bruised.
Which God
would die
twice?
I've seen Jesus—
don't know
about God
I can do
anything.
As long as
I love to do it.
Should I?
Hope
is its own
chemistry.
If the mirror
would've shown me
what was killing me,
I'd not die
when I did, perhaps.
It didn't—I did.
In those days,
the okra guy grew them
because he loved to.
One guy dies
for the good
of country.
Who she is,
no one knows
till she does.
Our audience is spouse—
one for every house.
If businesses come
to social media like you—
to share, not to sell,
they'll sell more.
Social media—
community.
Not marketplace.
And in those days,
the parents
boasted about their kids.
They said, "she can't
do the dishes."
"No he can't.
He can't sweep
the floor..."
Employees
used to be called slaves.
They had their masters,
and to "employ" is to "use."
They have their bosses.
People who are
small,
achievements
overinflates them.
So, they
overinflate
their small
achievements.
I know adults
can say "his idea's sexy,"
but kids shouldn't.
But can they hear
it's sexy?
You can't fear
a thing when in
your own backyard.
Except what
you want to fear.
Which is hardly near.
Be careful
of the spotlight.
Far too many
have been
blinded
beyond recovery.
Like a child
nothing's wrong
with alcohol.
And like a child
everything's wrong
with abuse.
Nothing is wrong
with sugar.
Everything is wrong
with how sugar
is treated.
We dug God
and found
answers.
No story
no glory.
Sorry.
I gave sleep
a second try.
Thank God
for the back porch,
the sleepless star.
Man is
dust, after all.
Little surprise
their problem—
dust. Dust.
There's a
generation
that won't sing
unless they let you know
they are singing.
Tea is
not a meal.
There isn't
tea time.
God made man.
Men made gods.
God lost men.
Men lost gods.
Don't give
them your card.
Take theirs.
Money not earned
can't be set aside.
You're not quoted
until you are
quoted. Noted.
When my brother died,
there was one
person that wouldn't cry.
Not that he was happy,
or cruel, (loving the calm?)
but he didn't have to.
No, he didn't have to.
There is someone
we each need to have—
a sink of bad moods.
We're all sinks
of bad moods,
but choose our sources.
We're all sources
of bad moods,
but choose our sinks.
Find your sink—be a sink.
Living to be 100,
I've postponed midlife crisis
to 50.
If I'm not old enough
to take what comes then as
crisis.
To live
is to be
indebted.
To die
free.
Because
garlic smells,
Gatorade sells!
So happy cells,
the cancer swells.
My beef
with sickness
is not the pain it brings.
It's the boredom it rings
me in.
Man came
and so agreed
that absolute control
isn't theirs.
To come is man.
There
is
yet
one
good thing
that is wished away when it has to
come.
Those
who
orgasm
wish
it
wouldn't come so easy...
And yet it
has to
come.
A "family"
that does not
communicate
is not one.
A collection
of blood.
There's no
business.
Or sales.
Or marketing.
There's only
my buddy
Pete.
And all he desires.
You can't hope
she loves you.
Or wish he did.
But you can
find
who does.
It's called,
"oatmeal",
not porridge.
Fortunately,
if we had to make it
sweet,
we had to add
sugar.
Add sugar.
Don't ask whether
they wear makeup.
Ask "how much makeup
do you wear?"
Thank God for
Egypt,
the Wilderness,
the Promised Land.
To break a rule
is to know it.
Wildfires
don't last.
Sure, they can burn
a large area
quickly.
Don't
look for a job.
Look for jobs.
Friendships ex-
pire.
There's no
good or bad idea.
There's only
problems worth solving,
solutions worth trying.
If
you learn to box
you'll want to
box.
You get
the need
you desire.
There's only one
difference between
need and desire.
Same as 2 and 1.
One has to
come first.
No matter
how much sauce
you mix with white rice
it can never be
jollof.
Or like it.
Nor does anyone
bleach jollof.
The desire
was taken away,
not to live
forever,
to sustain it.
They will
calculate
the speed of the earth.
But refuse to accept
someone is driving
the car.
My best decision
ever was
quit school.
My worst
return.
Anger is strength
fight brains.
We can't
do it
except
we can show
someone else
we can.
No
bangers
aren't made in Nigeria.
They're only
blown
here.
People don't buy
the name of a car.
They buy the shape
of the car.
Do we drink water
because we need water
or because we
thirst? Thirst.
Man
wants to feel
in control.
But craves
control.
We
were formed
to never
form.
The difficulty
with truth
is not in
understanding it.
The difficulty
with truth
is choosing to
understand it.
The mushroom
always wants to grow.
So all it does is
grow.
What happens
in my bedroom
stays in my
bedroom. Period.
None of us
knows Adam.
Nor have to;
nor will.
Nor can we
anyone from Adam.
Nor do we
have to.
Electricity
couldn't choose
directions.
It chose two.
Distance
is what smoothes
edges,
makes them round.
It doesn't
take a class
to learn anything.
But it does
take one
to make learning
easier.
It's
ginger
that delivers
garlic.
It is
scary.
Because scary is
for the
living.
Man
cannot manage
the self.
Tune
your voice
for effect.
Not to hide
a defect.
Or turn it
off.
We place things
exactly where
our attention is.
We
actively
seek
at least one person
to adore.
All of us.
Technology
always
keeps its promises.
Therefore,
it
is taken seriously.
Let my head
not be
bigger than
my skull.
Music used to be
an art form,
a beautiful fiction.
And God saw that it was good.
God let man have it.
Then men took it
and made it business,
a lucrative fashion.
And God saw that it was good?
God let men have it.
Devil
is using your brother
to tempt you.
Your best friend.
You can't
believe it.
You won't. Why?
It's why
they're winning.
When you take a step
for someone,
let your footfalls
not be heard.
If you have
built your audience
sell to them.
Don't sell them.
Imbalance
of needs
is enemy
of cohabitation.
Friendship.
Love.
He chose
the best chapter
and gave me
as free taste.
I'm wanting
the rest.
The best.
If he thought
I'd gotten the best
and wouldn't want the rest,
let him know
I'm wanting the rest
because I got the best.
You gave me the best, now
give me the rest of the best.
Every step you take
toward someone
is noise.
Every step you take
for someone
music.
Be a woman,
not a pair of breasts.
Not a high hip,
not a shrunken torso,
big behind,
long legs...
man.
When you're about to
die,
if you live
long enough to know,
you become a dark object
floating in light.
The dark object
is in front of you
a little longer.
Your sins are
forgiven
when you die.
Even
it
that killed you.
You do not know
what
they're saying about you.
I would not either.
But like they're saying is
how I liked to die,
in strength.
Snails are slow
to those who see them
at day.
Afford-
able.
Become in Egypt.
Just don't
remain
there.
The villain
wants to be
taken seriously.
God gives man talent;
Devil gets the credit.
How can she possibly
come from the Devil
with all that voice,
all that rhythm?
It's what the Devil
wants.
But she hasn't seen
the Devil.
Nor God himself.
So?
It's neither God
nor the Devil.
It's just man,
and it's just what the Devil
wants.
Thank God.
We don't dis-
cover any thing.
We uncover a lot.
We will a lot more,
not getting rid of the cover,
but revealing
what's hid-
den.
Because a girl
dreams of a man
to cook breakfast for,
a boy dreams of a woman
to cook him breakfast.
But breakfast
is no man's job.
Every being
living
knows they'll be praised
when they
die.
That is,
somebody will!
There's only
one
Enter key.
Strangers.
Aren't we lucky
to have
them?
Thank God for
strangers.
Our mothers
picked patience
cooking pulses,
the kitchen.
They found
the miracle of
the wood stove,
the eyes eating.
Creation is
easy.
Re-creation
im-
possible.
He endured
prison
because he couldn't
kill
himself.
Because no one would.
No, not because he
hoped
to live again.
He lived again.
We're the products of
our own conclusions.
It's why we live,
how we die.
When all humanity
becomes government,
no more human
rights
left.
The peacock is a fan of
shimmering iridescence
to court.
Display on purpose,
not show-off.
Keeping bees
is humble,
for peasantry.
But honey
is delicacy
for the king.
God did
not
create
a child.
A family.
Shakespeare
did not
write.
Because people
do not
read.
"Draw breath."
Too deliberate
a description of
what we do without thought.
But there's some
right this moment
doing exactly that—
drawing breath.
Gasping,
then are no
more.
Give thanks.
Is
what's wrong
with using
your head.
The sweetness
of a poem
comes,
not from reading,
but hearing,
listening to its reading,
reading to someone.
Someone hearing,
listening.
I used to
get
this poem
before.
I don't
seem to
anymore.
I'll just start
again.
God did
not create
a fan.
A friend.
God did
not
create
individual.
Community.
There had to be
Eve.
It's not people
that have
that help.
It's people
that want to.
Were you not
trained to
ask a different question?
Well, now
you've been told to.
Always ask
"why."
Was that Adam
or God?
They just called it
water.
But for man to willingly
drink poison
he must
call it soft.
Aborigine
they're called
if spared,
if missed.
Left behind.
Earth had
to be filled.
Hardly any
souls left to amuse
if it's all
the writer to do.
Is it?
God democracy
placed self
center universe.
But a society
is not of self,
members.
Everything now
up in smokes
the altar of time,
left will be one
Or two—
love and labor.
Labor, love
the human race.
Put a little
meaning in the music,
to be hid in.
When it sits,
meaning
come.
When the brain
will not sleep,
eyes take the blame.
They make up
for with bags.
Pay attention
to differences.
Not similarities.
That you may love
that you too
are different.
When not even
your bladder is
in the way
nine to five each every night,
you have unlocked
happiness.
Congratulations.
Sleep
the only happiness
left.
When the fable
ends,
you start
thinking.
When the novel ends,
you stop.
The family
is neither a democracy
nor a totalitarianism.
It's just family.
When the strength
of the bureaucracy
is the strength
of the organization,
the latter never falls.
Never seems to fall.
But where does
the former go?
Democracy
is sustained by
efficient bureaucracies.
Communism
the righteous
evil.
A beast
cannot
kill
itself. No,
does not.
Wait, aren't
they all
beast?
Easy
used to
do it.
Then hard
took over.
Easy, ...
Don't fear evil.
Don't do it either.
The more you fear it
the worse it'll be.
The less you care
the less it'll see.
As long as
the brain sleeps,
nightmares
will never
make sense.
If you create
a persona
you become
split-person.
Person is
what we ought
to be.
Communism—
despots,
totalitarians,
plutocrats.
Democracy—
politicians,
capitalists,
bureaucrats.
To cry
where heard
is worth
a thousand
tears.
When you
are gone,
all's done.
Not because you
are no more
but because you
don't know
you are.
Language
does give us
privacy.
A divided eternity.
Interest
is a fire
that lights up the brain
and melts away its pain.
It comes from reading
the right stuff.
A novel
is not defined by length.
But by richness.
Complexity--
of themes, of symbols,
characters.
Religion
is the politician's
nose ring.
But the truth
remains
the quiet
of the calm.
A politician
doesn't see
people, institutions.
A master juggler,
sees objects
they must keep
in the air,
in front of them,
as they wish.
Always.
Impulse
is what we
had
before
our minds can tell
needs from wants.
But continue to
have
after
minds can tell
needs from wants.
And dwell on
wants
Conscience
is free.
Always been.
Social conscience
for sale—
luxury.
We cannot
craft
a life
other than the one
we've been given.
We can only
live
one.
What
further need
do we have for comedians?
Except to put up
with being put down?
To celebrate up
from down?
If
purpose
is not
your why
publicity will
come rushing in.
It's up
to you.
Discovery
can show you
in the most vivid details
the colors of the clouds
over Hiroshima.
But cannot
clearly
tell you why or what
happened in Asano Park.
Read history
before you
watch it.
Dig it.
You cannot blend
into a crowd,
no matter how large,
even if invited.
Don't go to
a crowd
you have not chosen.
You cannot
choose
how to fight.
How to win.
You can only
choose
to win.
Then fight
the battle you find
in your way to win.
These days
we're getting paid
to teach.
A profession.
But teaching
should
spring
from a desire
to help.
Ultimately.
When power
is the religion,
the weak is
left
without
right,
left,
center.
The amount of
makeup on you
is making you more
a commodity
than humanity.
You say,
"Eyes are
meant for seeing."
Good. Good.
You will be seen.
Doing "good"
around the kids
isn't hypocritical.
It's practical—
you're helping them.
Far more helpful
to kids, though
is to "catch" you
at the "bad",
sometimes.
A poet
is not a
composer
of poems,
a maker of
society,
She's ensuring she's
absorbed
sweet,
memorable.
Politics
is a skill
as much as
hypocrisy
is a skill.
You need
only
master
the latter
to be as adept
at the former.
She's very
spontaneous.
That's an approval.
But be careful
of your impulses—
they love your friends
more than you.
Politics
mistook
democracy—the exalted,
the disaster
donned, damn.
You can
win
the war with
plutonium.
But lose
the battle
on every front
without
patience.
You cannot
flatter a child.
If at all,
not for long.
With flattery,
children are
much the wiser.
Watch, the flattered
ones aren't children.
Because
she
lived
as a career
they made her death
her generalissimo.
It's government
that breeds
cynicism.
By making mockery
of justice.
Democracy
will never
bring
justice.
The majority
that carries the vote
is the minority
with money,
all the money.
Be careful
of professors
of religion.
Because
that's all
they know.
Be careful of
people with money.
Better to remain poor—
God forbid!—
than to be an instrument
in the hands of the rich.
God forbid!
Be
careful
what you wish for...
... "philanthropists."
If they go on
you remain poor.
You did not
start
investing
in your mother's womb.
But you survived
unscathed
those crucial months
that made you
somebody.
Get used to
waiting.
Not as ascetic.
For times when
you need it.
Your life depends
on it. No?
We have a
phrase
for it.
We call it
"personal branding."
We have
left
the person
for the persona.
The woman
for the image.
You cannot
train a child
whose "living" parents
are too "busy" to.
Or engage it.
Except
it lets you.
By some miracle.
For the sake
of humanity
God has made her
quicker,
stronger,
better
at impulse control
than him.
Humanity
is in the woman.
When the "father"
brands himself
breadwinner,
he's despising semen,
disowning the family.
Always
the arms
embracing
the child needing
attention
its parents do not give
complete is rebellion.
Always.
A "bad" child
running from a
"bad" parent
never finds a
better parent.
Never.
When
there's
nothing
you can do,
there's yet one last thing
you can.
Do.
Let it go.
Every
one is
born greedy,
jealous.
For good reasons...
Who isn't now
comes face to face
with it every time.
Recognizes
others.
Who is
always
denies they are
while secretly savoring
the kick they get.
The color of
family
is air.
Everyone should have
equal dependence,
equal independence.
Neither in the way
of differences
nor needs
is this.
But smack
in the way of indifference.
Make every attempt to
treat each child
as an individual.
Everyone a pro.
TV.
The Internet.
Facebook.
Keep the radio.
You need
your family.
The eye's
capture
of sight
is an upturned pyramid.
But those thinking
about their readers
know,
when it comes to texts,
the eyes can only
hold
enough within a handbreadth.
The nipples
of a woman's breasts
are a symbol of
contact.
Of love.
Of humanity.
Most Fitting.
From fetus
to finish line
we never stop sucking.
No
Adam
is apart from
Eve.
Yet never forget
who got questioned.
Whose punishment
became humankind's.
No child
can have two mothers.
Or two fathers.
As none
needs two, three, four,
or five parents.
A child
needs
only
one
parent.
Or none.
Fantasies
are made
in the mind.
Well, that's where
they "live"
or die.
Live, die.
Freedom
is not
a kingdom of
lawlessness.
It's the dom of
people freed from
lawlessness.
When it's the man's,
it's "the thing."
The woman's
"down there."
If it's a...
penis is penis.
Vagina vagina.
Tell your children
what is what
whenever they ask.
It is easier
to deal with her
that is different from you
than her
that is indifferent to you.
Find the former.
Why,
say
we suck.
All our lives.
Beautiful thing!
A contented mother
is a happy
generation.
An engaged child
the joy of a
generation.
Until
she can hold
to her mouth herself
that cheesecake bit...
A cup of warm chocolate...
Asserting herself.
Keep
bringing her
your breasts or the bottle.
Your touch.
Your time.
Your talk.
Tales.
Be there.
You can tell
a parent
from a child...
100% of the time.
Death
harms
none
but the living.
Not the dead.
It's lots of fullstops
that make
a story
crisp.
Punchy.
Sweet.
Use tons of fullstops;
few commas,
no colons.
Some
became
Canadians.
Some
Americans.
Some
Africans.
Were there
no natives?
Yes,
they're all
dead now.
You
can't
afford
to look back.
You're not Lot's wife.
Lot.
Yes, Sodom was
a mistake.
And now you've picked
Zoar.
But it could be a city
of refuge.
My
woman's
body—
O, what a delight
just to look at it.
In the room.
On the road
it's exploitation.
A
subtle mind
remains
uncluttered—
laden
with fiction.
O, you tore
the money...
mistakenly?
And you want to
throw it away?
Give me.
I like it
torn.
"Take your apple
away. Don't want it."
Or
"If my two lower
premolars didn't become
so sensitive afterward
why would I turn down
another apple?"
Sometimes
a volumity of words
wins.
No, we're not
turning Satan down—
that's already settled.
But we must
always
decline
graciously.
Base instincts,
the fashion industry,
Tumblr?
Or they
themselves?
We used to
eat outside.
Not because we welcomed
all to join.
But we would not
turn them away
if they wished to.
Everyone
said, "join us"...
A thousand dwellers—
every dweller must
pass by
every dweller's dwelling
at least once a day—
yet it might've been
jollof, four forks—
mama, papa, nana, dada...
It was a country thing.
It's
their nectar
that draws
the bees
to them.
It
brings them.
It
makes them
come
But no flower
ever
knows
when
a bee will come.
Nor who gets whom
in a swarm of these.
Still they got
nectar.
And flower
must
go on to flower.
And what can man do
without honey?
To be
low-key
is one.
To be
off-key
another.
But the perfect pitch
isn't mere music's
business.
It's the pulse of life.
What they needed
was not another president.
But a good manager,
a resourceful one.
If you take
life seriously
you'll relate with death
impossibly.
This life.
We can
only
belong
in a family...
provided.
Preoccupation
is enemy
of sleep.
The bed
is not for
one.
The media
has
the limelight.
But you
a head,
hubris.
Or both.
There's
nothing
you can do
about
water
that is gone.
But to look at it.
As far as you can see it.
There's a time
to cry.
Never.
Except
where affirmed,
loved.
Cry there.
Worrying
does not
increase the problem.
Isn't that great?
But our problems—
their enormity
in our head.
Greater.
It's your voice,
yes.
But does it sound
like
your favorite author?
You've just shared their
real estate
of fans...
free.
In the field
fetching firewood
it was, "ba aga gne top."
But in the field of life,
it isn't by strength
but by strategy.
More by guile
than by guts.
The frogs
can't keep
quiet.
Hasn't God given them
a tongue,
a throat,
a swamp?
Plus ten solid hours
of darkness!
die
doesn't
mean
you should make a living.
Live
or else
The people
wanted
the image,
not the person.
Not the heart.
So, God gave them
Facebook.
"We thought he was fasting."
"Or in one of his moods."
When they
finally
opened his room door on the
third day.
Dead.
They found him.
They'd rather
research
and assume
they know what or how
he was doing.
They never
as simple as asked,
"How're you doing?"
Just, "how're you doing?"
Dead.
They found him.
Only science
claims
smile is for you.
And proves
a thousand ways
it's free medicine.
Smile
was created,
not for you smiling,
but for me needing you to smile.
For me.
Fable,
parable, poem, proverb.
The tale.
Short story?
The novel came
and fiction changed,
became.
Every
story
can use
a bit of
salt and pepper.
Because taste
is never out of season.
"The family"
is a military camp
where you simply obey.
Like it or not.
I know how
you'll answer...
Is it "on your foot?"
Or "under...?"
On or
under,
depends where
we stand.
It's not
what I'm inclined
to tell.
What I feel like.
It is
what might
help
you
about me,
in case you know.
This I can tell.
If you let
that chili hit
your trachea so hard it made you start,
fine.
Swallowing ice
did not help.
Sipping straight
water managed a little.
The pepper burned its course.
God wanted your
emotions.
That your head
may not be full
of it.
When it comes to
rights,
see them as inherent.
Like talent,
not things you worked for.
A disciplined penis
is a disciplined man.
Sleep.
8 hours is the sweet spot.
I'd kill for 10.
12.
I need only half
a day to be
aware of what I must
be aware of.
I want to spend the other half
dreaming.
Not
before
you have
known
them.
You cannot
draw
attention
to a room
you have not cleaned.
Cannot clean.
Money
(as well as lack
of money)
is a root
of evil.
It's not
who you are
that makes you
extraordinary.
It's
what you do.
Nor can you ever say
you are.
A father decides
which name to
keep.
To front.
It's up to life
to honor it.
Or not.
I suddenly
realized
why
we each have a
stomach.
To feed ourselves.
All that
fame and money
for something she didn't work for?
"Cuz I got talent."
It's what she said.
Each person's teeth
decide their own
cause of sensitivity.
You can't force
that apple
on the child.
Love is
easier.
Like better.
Pick them that can say,
"Look, I like you."
It's not
rotten ginger.
It's medicine.
Except
for about half of
humanity
who did neither and can do neither,
there's really
only two divisions of people.
Those who read.
Those who don't.
A
serpent
doesn't bite to give you wound.
Or because it likes you bleeding.
A serpent
knows the quality
of (sorry, potency of) its
poison.
To kill.
Instantly.
He thought
in the end
she'd say, "I fed you."
Words flew around.
How compatible—those two.
She thought
in the end
he'd brag, "I fed you."
Words flew around.
They never married—those two.
God has created
the earth and gone
who knows where.
Gone whoever cares.
But Jesus,
known to have walked
this earth must be there,
somewhere.
God
put fear
in us
for only one purpose—
to know what
courage is.
And willpower.
Every burial
offers an opportunity
for... Don't let
another
choose one
for you.
Sometimes
the moon doesn't
have to shine.
But the sun—
it has no
choice.
The mouth
is the only sense organ
created
closed.
It's not the salt
in the yam
that makes it
agreeable to the palate.
It's the salt
on the tongue
that does.
Salt the oil,
not the yam.
If your name
were
Person
how much of it would you
be?
I used to know one.
Happily,
the mirror
isn't
as clear as stream.
Nor as deep.
If
we would live
again
we would come back
much stronger.
Better persons
than when we had
submitted to
death.
If we would live
again.
Complacency
is luxury.
No wonder
there's the unending queue after it.
But the few
embracing
change
have a paradise of everlasting comfort.
When death
speaks,
life
has its orders.
Yet,
it's not
the end
of birthdays.
If
you're mature
enough
you know there's things
you don't take to market.
A lot.
Like how you
fuck
your husband.
Everyone learns
to
fuck
in their rooms.
No one needs taught
how.
Period.
Whenever the guy
needs tuna,
he'll come to the marketplace.
You need not bother him.
OK, you may
occasionally seek
ways to let him know you, too, sell tuna.
But don't let that bother him.
Whenever he needs
tuna,
he'll come to the marketplace.
Now when he does
come,
whether he enters your shop or not,
can't be decided by you.
Maybe chance. Maybe God.
But when he comes again
for tuna—
heck what can he do without tuna—
whether he buys from you or not,
can be decided by you.
Not chance. Not God.
We can't
afford
to be
friends.
Yes, keep 'em
thinking you're a
professional.
But be a
professional.
Japan had to be
conquered by America
for peace sake.
Soon we'll all be
conquered by America,
that is, every nation.
But we'll not all become
Americans.
We'll all be
gone.
If you knew
they always bring a why
to every text written,
would you give an answer only?
Why another waste
of a precious flow of
ink?
No book should be read.
Reading's not a time-fill,
No way to idle.
Bring a why, your why -
dig in.
Anything wrong
with a name?
Nothing.
Except its
bearer.
Hearer.
When they were
tamable, she
used rubber bullets.
The kids.
They're grownups now.
She needs AK-47's.
All she needed
was the good tongue—
engagement.
She gave that all away to
Facebook.
What the f... damn!
If love were
all that mattered
it'll be the only word.
We need more.
There's no time
to speedread.
If it deserves your time
give it your time.
Listen to it
slowly.
Being in hiding
is not the same as
being concealed.
You can be sure you're hiding.
But you're only as
concealed as you're
not noticed.
Know how your enemy sees.
And see what they know.
A silent enemy
is more dangerous than
a noisy one.
Learn to hear
silence.
Each trade is
its own school.
Military military.
Business business.
Unique to each one
is each one's needs.
"Camouflage
is continuous."
The slightest shift
is the difference between
life and death.
So is trust.
Your path
must be as the Sun's.
Slow—
24 hours, right?
Never stopping.
For all the clouds in her path.
Till East meets West.
When?
So untroubled
are the dead.
I looked my father in the face—
that was my father—was
And I realized
how much deadness
can benefit living man.
Living man.
You can still
sing her her favorite
Streisand.
Even if she
won't hear most of it,
or know you did.
You know she knew
you sang her a song—
her favorite—before...
You know she knew.
They bring light
in Nigeria.
They still did.
Nigeria, one place
light had to
be brought.
Death may be lonely,
I don't know—
who'll tell me?
But the thought
of dying,
O what could be more
lonely...
Or dying.
This I know.
Death
is lesson
for living.
No, you're not dying today
but it's possible anyway.
The heat
from whiskey is good.
The heart
needs it.
The chest, too.
The burst of joy watching
a thousand sparrows
flying in a thousand places
from your persimmon tree.
You clapped your hands.
Everyone is embryo.
A few fetuses
here and there.
A few children.
Not a single adult
here.
Anywhere.
We the children then
must live and die
in the spirit of enryo.
Enryo
is Japanese.
It looks like
embryo.
English is strange,
sweet.
Everyone is embryo.
There's a city
by the name of Ondo.
It is on Hiroshima.
There's a suburb, Kuje,
and farmers there.
In Abuja.
Familiarity
breeds contempt.
Right?
Wrong!
It comes down to
value.
Give me a billion years.
If you value someone
she never outstays
her welcome.
You must be sure
what makes it sweet
before you eat it.
Eat it.
In this particular
God is low on variety;
or I'm yet to know.
Sugar.
Eat it.
It has happened.
Yes,
it's passed.
But pride is not.
Think Hiroshima
to cool every flame
of pride.
We cannot
grasp good fully
before we have accepted evil.
The other way about.
It starts with
accepting man is not in charge here.
Never was.
Never can.
Never will.
Be.
Better is
stale air you can endure
than
"fresh air" that chokes you.
I almost died!
Better yet is
air that isn't.
Those who haven't
heard it call it,
"birdsong."
Those familiar with it
won't admit
it is not.
To everyone then it is
birdsong.
Why write a
"long" poem,
when you can write a short story?
Why a
"long" short story,
why not a novel?
Quietness
is an illusion;
the insomniac cricket
being one of a million reasons.
Listen.
It's a stick, all right,
that he was handed.
But he was seeing
why, how, what...
"What a stick!"
Ah, wise man.
In the collection
the writer is celebrated.
The anthology.
Do your book, but
make the collection.
If you want to tell
a tiring story
tell it in the first-person.
Add salt'n pepper.
When life was
designed,
the hero was
remembered.
When life got
redesigned,
the hero isn't,
the villain.
One more escape
is reserved for each of us.
We just don't know
when we make it.
We just don't know
when we'll make it.
But if
we make it.
We just don't know
how we made it.
We just know
we'll make it.
The world knows only
two that are not talkatives.
The unborn.
The dead.
We all would be talkatives
had we been born;
had we not died.
Had they not said,
"Shut up, you talk too much!"
When you see
a child despise plan,
you let 'em have disorder.
It's what God saw on
the Eighth Day.
Only one thing
we each must stake.
It is not a picket.
Emotion—
you don't pin it
you don't win it.
All we have.
When a parent
fails,
a child
fails.
Nothing you can do about it.
The child continues
failed
till it picks itself.
That is, from the parent's
fail.
Or it perpetuates the cycle of
fail.
If death doesn't stop 'em.
Nigeria needs
not education.
Nigeria needs
self-education.
Pencil on ear,
pad in pocket.
The streets.
Not a mad woman.
Something
always stirs in the brain.
That's a woman
who retrieves it all.
A good writer
will read a million words
to right one.
She's possessed of
an insecurity that is good,
perfect.
One,
O, that's foolish.
Two,
stop—it's foolish.
More.
You're such a fool.
Readers
are leaders
is not cliche.
Scripture.
The parents
I see wait to scold.
Opportunity abounds.
They forget to train—
opportunity thins.
A maverick
is a calf.
And for meat or milk
is traded in the
cattle market.
A bull
cannot give you milk.
But beware of
red meat.
Better to feel a
sharp pain
that goes away.
Some die from it.
Than a
dull pain
that lasts a lifetime.
I've lived with one.
The contract with the reader
is value.
Or time.
You need my time,
I'll ask for value.
Risk is
that yellow road
with fresh leaves,
untrodden.
Everyone knows it.
No one takes it.
Argue
whenever you can.
Just be sure it leaves a sweetness
in your mouth.
Tell your own story
from a distance.
Another's with the
personal
pronoun.
Pepper is
an English word.
But it's as hot as Adam
thought it was, as wicked.
Everyone is shrunken.
Medicine
used to be for sick people.
You knew who
a doctor
was.
Not one who cured the sick
but shunned by the well.
Love
is what is
left
when all the
money
don
finish.
A song calls you
to sing her.
A poem
to speak her.
Prose
to read her.
A beautiful prose.
A beautiful poem.
A beautiful song.
Every woman
has her way.
None to deny
her day.
There's nothing wrong with
entertainment
if it's what you do.
There's everything wrong with
entertainment
if it's all you do.
There's nothing wrong with
TV
if it's what you do.
There's everything wrong with
TV
if it's all you do.
Reading makes you
want to write. No.
Yes, writing makes you
want to read.
Both make you
want to live.
Neither makes you
want to live.
You cannot kill your
mistakes;
nor forget 'em.
Nor should you parade
it—your shame.
You can only keep
it.
It's the fragrance of
a metal.
Mistake is.
God created love.
Or made love.
But God,
they also let man
have business.
Man made business.
God created love.
Man made business.
"Let's work together,"
he says.
Think, when did he remember you?
You're useful.
We all are
and can be used.
"Gosh, these tiny things
give painful bites
but you never see 'em!"
God's reminding you
it's still dark out there.
We're all trying to
look deep.
That is, so as not to look shallow.
Why not then to be deep?
Angels do not applaud
for every mosquito you kill;
but they also work out
God's purpose—life.
Oatmeal has her own thing.
But the sweetness of sugar
isn't letting it through.
And sugar has nothing
but to be sweet.
Whenever you see it
in a book, breathe!
Or you always do.
Breathe.
condition
conflict crisis climax
conclusion
It doesn't take two
mosquitoes to
wake a child.
Since God has no regard
for the Law
neither Apple nor BlackBerry
is held to
patent infringements.
Who's washing a broccoli?
It's rejecting the water,
cleaning itself.
You.
The seduction
of Jah!
A little cinnamon
is not spice.
It's medicine.
Whenever you say, "it's tough,"
you can say it again.
Isn't it because you can?
Palm oil is
robbing garri of glue;
isn't God giving us
a smoother eba?
Water does not
lower level for garri.
Garri rises to
level up with hot water.
Silence is golden