I almost crashed


It was a close accident

No cars, just lives

No blood, just pangs


Something in David’s voice

The presence of courage

Some confidence

Maybe strength

It found me

Saved me

Kept me breathing

It kept me

Strong and safe

I almost lost all

But it gave me back myself

And for the love of living

I stayed



Remnant of Love

pexels-photo-320266Someday, the flowers will wither

They’ll lose their colour and charm

They’ll close their eyes in defeat

And mourn the dearth of affection

Someday, every grain of happiness will disappear

There’ll be nothing left to cheer about

Future wishes and hope will fall asleep

And nothing will remain of good spirit

Someday, the door will stop being wide open

The wind and cold chill will shut it out

They’ll force it to cease being ajar

And there’ll no longer be entry

Someday, apologies will win no victories

Sincerity will be deceit in disguise

Truth will lose all value and price

And good intentions will be misconstrued

Someday, the eager bride will change her mind

She’ll choose instead to travel alone

She’ll turn away to tour the world

And leave behind all dreams of motherhood

Someday, there’ll be no remnant of love

There’ll be no sweet kisses or cuddling

There’ll be no playing under the sheets

There’ll be just a book, paper and pen.






Your body has set its own alarm

No longer in need of the clock on the wall

Your mind has drafted its own courses

Sharply discarding your to-do list

Withered seconds scream your name silently

Too selfish to let themselves go by untouched

Your feet hurry like the wind, not pausing one moment

To smile at the leaves and trees

Or enjoy the sensual healing of seas.


Can you take a day away

To rest at ease and save your face

Can you kindly forget your name

And your friends all around earth’s space

Can you perform like a mannequin

Without thought of timing anything

Can you take it slow like the snail

Since life loves the liver of it.




Life happens when we stop being afraid to stare our fears in the face

Life happens when we cease trying to answer rhetorical questions

Life happens when we just sink in the wind and fly nonetheless

Life happens when we let love lead and follow faithfully

Life happens when we forget to wear masks to hide our hurts

Life happens when we take each day like a path of grace

Life happens when we suspend all doubts that wear us out

Life happens when we cry even under the rumbling rain

Life happens when we keep our promises not because of gain

Life happens when we decide to win amidst the oddest odds

Life happens when we laugh even if no one understands the mirth

Life happens when we kiss a new moment goodbye with no qualms at heart.





Your story is like one never before heard
It gives all ears a tingling feel
Your beauty makes the world happy
Knowing that somehow this is heaven on earth
When you find that one that is ‘made for you’
You finally conquer the monitors
When you take the step
To make the queen the first
The blue skies smile at you gladly
The love you share is like a stream
That flows forever, bringing peace
It crushes fear, detests pretense
It grows in May and sips the rain
It breaks down doubt’s glorious hill
Looking beyond the blinding gaze
Or deafening sounds that speak uncouth
Ever present to provoke lies
Your love has touched the hardest hearts
It’s breaking wild walls
And making babes cheers with hope
Your quiet peace and loudest ease
Has set a tune off to the moon
What was movie has come as truth
To stay and set our hearts ablaze
Bringing up warmth, quenching the drought
That tells onlookers what to predict
‘The Wedding Party’ is leaving the theatre
With heightened glamour and greater humour
Your courageous moves and soothing outlook
Has made the stage for many in faith
That love can be found even in just art
Or maybe concealed till it’s time for heat
So with all delight, I gladly ignite
The flames of the fire that bore this prediction
That the king of love ‘Banky W’
Has found his long missing rib
And from this day claims her his queen
Her Royal Majesty, Mrs Adesua ‘W’.




Some say harsh weathers murder love
They pierce it with their fangs
Drain from it all attempts at life
And surrender its arrow to rot and decay.

Some say love never fades
That it’s patience and endurance engraved
Withstanding every threat of disappearance
Amidst the echoing trigger of negativity.

But did the scientists not teach disuse
Expressing their jargon about giving everything
And leaving some elements untouched or calm
Did they not describe the abandoned in ‘disuse’?

For the roses you once plucked
But now think matter no longer
For the chocolates you once sprayed as sweetness
And no longer care to check at the store

For all the parks and gardens once visited
Which have ceased now to amaze your feet
For every music you loved and played
And have now put on hold for silence
Remember in the depth of your spirit
That you are blindly losing a heart.

Winning one battle never means the war is over
Wooing and falling does not close love’s chapter
For with roses a man charms a woman
And with daises he keeps her forever enchanted.



All About Lions Lion and Lioness in snowWould you just pause and have a reflection?
This isn’t what we bargained for
We took the oath in favour of honour
To stand for truth and never steal
But look around, we’re losing our wonder
We’re torn apart, all love is lost
Where did we miss it, where did we fall
Would you just pause and tell me now?

We climbed the hill long before the sunrise
We saw the clouds obey the call
We saw the showers cease so nicely
And noontime came without a need
We watched the rainbow carve its collar
And saw the horizon bow with grace
We have long observed norms and nature
Do we not deserve a treat?

We let needles pierce our thumb
And let ridges break our roots
Our emotions tear and stutter
With no guts or tenacity
In our spare time, we are strangers
In our best times, we are friends
Didn’t we sign for the book of abundance
To be more than friends or foes?

Would you just pause and think
Or is this just my wits
Are we crushing our pleasures
To swallow the mints
Are we questioning at all
All the tares in our fields
Would you just pause and think
Or when ever would we speak?