Guilty as charged!

Like a stray dog, hid no warning

I inclined my lustful erring


My guilt before me

Like my shadow they clutter around me


My conscience is yet unrest

Toss about like a can upon Nile of jest


The very purity of my heart

Is the darkest recess of earth


How am I to let you know?

When everything moves so slow


You peep into my eyes

Like curious scientist of years


I know you have found the clue

All these while, I’ve been cheating on you!

Iron Wall

Caught in the middle of it all

Barred from my village by this wall

Unity our virtue, given a great fall


Stranger what brought you here?

Don’t cross, so you don’t ere

Boy: Look, and see my scar


They didn’t come cowing around

I’v got my own share on this ground

Tell: Bismarck was here, roaming this wall’s surround.


Dear Writerly Pals, I couldn’t do a story today because of a saddening news I heard yesterday but I came up with this form of Haiku –let me know what you think of it, anyway. Thanks!

This story is a contribution to the Friday Fictioneers at Madison Woods‘ blog. Where a crush of writers are inspired by her photo prompt to express a story in 100 words. Please, click to find other stories.


In the last 18 hours, I had been displeased to get a peek at the cyber remains of two words-cannot-describe souls. The first was of a two-year-junior at the University of Ibadan, who was recently mobilized for the National Youth Service Corps, but was never going to partake of such corporal patriotic calling. The latter Adenike Akomolafeis of a friend of a friend, who finished from the Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile-Ife. Tragically, both were young ladies in their twenties.

Temitayo & Kelechi (U.I 2008)

Going through their Facebook pages, I looked beyond the obsequies/eulogies pouring from the souls privileged enough to have crossed their dazzling paths. I saw the modern day autobiography of our personalities reaching far beyond our alteration in the daily cyber updates we thread on the various online forums. As a critical mortal too, I couldn’t but wonder what my last posts would be like if I were dead the next minute.

Would my last post tells of my life’s burning passion or its picture captures me, eternally frozen in the relic of cyberspace, in an act I wouldn’t be proud of as a citizen of the hereafter? Would I leak my passwords to my F&F to update my self-constructed epitaph and let the world see the beauty I buried in myself? Or, would I cringe in the grave at every click to my blog, soon to become my eternally opened cybertomb?

Temitayo Abike Omoniyi, was a dear friend in every way and my heart is heavy with grief for this colossal loss to my inner-circle. We shared a brief passionate moment when I was involved with her close friend. There was this quartet of friends that I was very flattered to be acquainted with in my sophomore year: Juwon Olutola, Kelechi Ezitonye, Tayo Omoniyi and Yinka Owoeye—a huge thanks to providence for this connection!

Unfortunately, Yinka was snatched-off this world the March of the last leap year (2008) and Tayo has followed this March—another leap year. May these souls rest in peace.

I am earnestly praying against the recurrence of this evil to my inner circle or larger circle of friends again.

If this were my last post, I would like to shout out a BIG THANK YOU to all those who flattered me with their love and friendly devotion. My neighbours past and present; friends, far and near; critics and spoilers—who cared enough to take on issues with me.

If this were my last Blog, I will like to salute the courage of Olayinka Owoeye & Temitayo Omoniyi who took to their destinies and discharged their callings, the duo were exceptionally sterling campus journalists, effectively touching lives on their paths and taking a leave of us when the ovation and temptation was the loudest.

Yinka, I am very proud of you today and continue to remember you as an example of a pearl who once walked the putrefying plane of this earth.

Tayo, sleep on, I salute your courage to slip into eternity so soon, because I know this couldn’t have met you unguarded. Pray for our mortal souls to have the courage enough to smile when death beckons! I love you: I might never have told you but its true!

My heartfelt sympathy goes to the families of these gems that were cut short at prime.