The Day I Died Part 2

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Have you ever had that tingling feeling that you are being watched? That there is some evil lurking in the backgrounds of your shadow and that an ominous darkness was pressing, trying to take over your being and shut out the light? That was the kind of feeling I was having that day when I died for a second time. This time my sister wasn’t there to save me from its clutches so death had a field day with me. It took its time to slowly torture me like a cat playing with a mice right before it gulps it down as a snack.

The Ones I Never Got to Know

Little cousin of mine

It’s been a while you left

Nonetheless not forgotten with the passage of time

Too young for that place of rest

But they always say God knows best

This burden of sorrow lies heavy on my chest

Abiku - The Reincarnation

The woman was bent over the still figure of the child as she tried to pry his mouth open so she could feed him some of the concoction in the earthenware pot she was holding. The boy turned his head away from his mother and let out a loud wail. His little three year old cry filled the tiny hut and the woman dropped the earthenware pot on the floor as she sat on the mat the boy lay on.

Poem: Countdown to Tragedy

I want to lay blame
But this is my shame
There is no other way
It is I who must pay
I try to run, I don’t get far
All I can hear is my own cry
The tears change nothing
And I know I saw it coming
Tragedy beckons
Voices echo
Where I belong is the cold floor
The exit beckons, through that dark door
When I am gone, do not sorrow
We will meet on the morrow

P.S: this poem is about an intending evil that is to come and the poet persona cannot do anything to change its course but rather has come to accept fate as he patiently awaits the coming doom.

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Dancing With Death

Rickety rickety the lorry speeds along
To keep up with the flashy cars, it must belong
The roads bumps and holes juggles us all
A warning of the danger ahead, an inevitable fall

A cry rents the air, not a baby’s wail
A mournful cry for its mother so frail
Too much blood she lost, hers a sad death
We got a baby but the mother’s life paid the debt

Solace we found in the world of drugs
It envelopes us in its cocoon, an impenetrable fog
Slowly but surely it becomes an addiction
Disaster’s son, death is heading your direction

Numerous women’s secret places have brought you pleasure
You carry a sword with no sheath, yet you explore
Your life hangs by a thread
Your way of making death a friend

We dance to death’s song
Except we realize our wrong
Man’s recklessness makes me fret
Let’s stop our dance with death

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