SWEET LIES THAT STOLE MY MAN Pt1.

I watched,
Hidden by distance
As her lips formed the words that conquered his heart
Those words that made him powerless
Those words that kept his ears open to her lies instead of the nagging bells of my love

SWEET LIES Pt2: MY TRUTH HURTS

They call me a man eater
A gold digger
Pleasure feeder
Home breaker
They say my soul is lost
And I have no shame
They say am cursed and...

SWEET LIES Pt3: THE END OF THE ROAD

 

 

Hole in my head; scar on my heart
This love was wrong right from the start
I fell from delight; I lost this fight
Soul flying loose like a kite
Pen in my hand but I just can't write
What I feel inside can't be brought to light
Die everyday, but come alive at night

I DIE A LITTLE

I love,
Not from the freedom of pain
But from the need to be human

TALES FROM THE CLOSET

Dirty hands...

My conscience said dirty hands

So I walk with hands in my pocket

I shook hands with Seno

And she said that I have cold eyes

So I closed them to hide the secrets

But tears rolled down

The boy on my inside said "boy you're getting soft"

I HAVE WAITED

And I asked my heart

What is sweeter than you lips my love

What is brighter than you eyes my love

GOLD AND CLAY

Deaf of hearing 

When these eyes of mine see beyond this sphere 

Unconscious as I lay 

But I see your face

Your eyes; the brilliance of a million stars My heart longs for you,

CALABAR CALLING

I know a place where the days never ends in Africa

Where the smell of Christmas awakens every heart to joyful celebration

The shore calls me to dance in the moon light again

The native land of Calabar whispers to me from far away