I always knew that
the sun would desert...

The air was okay that morning,
I wore my best pants...

Once upon time
a language...

Anytime we make a plan,
time sits laughing in a corner...

Tonight I find myself,
tossing and turning in bed again...

I would sleep beside you,
have my fingertips brush ever...

I haven't written in a long time,
atleast not like this, I dip in the poems...

The first time we met,
we spoke for what seem ages...

Then I got tired of begging
people to love me...

Fodah
is the name...

My Pikin is light,
with curiosity...

The last time I saw you
you were the highlight of my night...