av seen it again.to lose all and count no gain.the next mornings wil bring forth pains.hidden cuts,bruises&aches.even now,plants won’t grow be it plantd by d lake.i tried 2 run bt my strength ws low.she hadme wrappd in her jaws.chewin sofly so i cud nt feel d sting of her claws.her smiles hid her flaws bt her smiles av bgav seen it again.to lose all and count no gain.the next mornings wil bring forth pains.hidden cuts,bruises&aches.even now,plants won’t grow be it plantd by d lake.i tried 2 run bt my strength ws low.she hadme wrappd in her jaws.chewin sofly so i cud nt feel d sting of her claws.her smiles hid her flaws bt her smiles av bgan2blurr.nw i c her burns.d smell pukes.a rotten sthnk of old gutters.smelling daily.feaces of yesterday still oozing tday.hath i known i’v bn in a pool of love’s gutter alldayan2blurr.nw i c her burns.d smell pukes.a rotten sthnk of old gutters.smelling daily.feaces of yesterday still oozing tday.hath i known i’v bn in a pool of love’s gutter alldaav seen it again.to lose all and count no gain.the next mornings wil bring forth pains.hidden cuts,bruises&aches.even now,plants won’t grow be it plantd by d lake.i tried 2 run bt my strength ws low.she hadme wrappd in her jaws.chewin sofly so i cud nt feel d sting of her claws.her smiles hid her flaws bt her smiles av bgan2blurr.nw i c her burns.d smell pukes.a rotten sthnk of old gutters.smelling daily.feaces of yesterday still oozing tday.hath i known i’v bn in a pool of love’s gutter alldayy

GANJA MAN.MY SHORTEST STORY EVER

GANJA MAN
If you knew iyke when he was young, probably when he was 16, you would be happy for his parents. He was smart, bright and very humble. He was the role model for all of us in the yard. Whenever I misbehaved, my mum wont miss to tell me how stupid I was for not behaving well like iyke. Though we were age mate, every body in the yard treated him like thr boy champ. Even when he mess up, he wont get the real beat we got at the slightest misdemeanour we commit.
But now, after over 7 years, the last I would see him, I had got a call in the early hours of that Wednesday to come to lagos for an event I am to host. After the event at muson centre on the island I decided to go home instead of staying at the hotel booked for me. It was my first return to lagos since the new year and my mother had not failed to let me knoe that she was feeling abandoned that I only come once or twice a year. She was itching badly to see me. That proved a very appropriate time to atone for the suppose neglect I was making her feel. When I got homw, she was not in. for over 6 hours I waited for her to return, normally I qwould have called her, but for the surprise I was planning for her, I refused to. Also, doyin had told me that it was her car that iyke was rushed in to the hospital. But no one would tell me what was swrong with him. That night, she didn’t come in until almost mid g=night, I was half asleep with the t.v remote in my hands when she knocked on the door. Though she was suprisde to see me, the expressions weas worn away by the wariness on her face. As I moved close to embrace her, she started crying. I didn’t know wjat to say than to just relax and allow her gain her speech. After crying, she held me close and used her hand to peruse my lips and said ‘ please adetomiwa, don’t join them in smoking that rubbish they call ganja. Don’t even smoke at all’ I was confused. ‘kilosele’ I asked.’Its iyke, he’s been acting strange for some months now, we all thought it was spirirtual. Since he was always going to church, but later he started singing strange songs with vulgar language. His mother tried to cover it, they sent him to one of their relatives but soon, he was brought back. Every body got to know iyke was not well, one day he came back home from God knows where with a wrap of marijuana in his hand’ I didn’t know what to say. Immediately, I was covered with beads of sweat all over. Though we had not talked in a long while since I gain admission into the university, I still remembered all the good times we shared, and may be because secretly he was my hero. The t.v was on, I didn’t want to hear any more so I tried to end the conversation by turning to the t.v, then as if she knew exactly what was on my mind, she continued, her voice fiercer and she became dramatic and emotional, grabbing me by the hand to a chair close to her, we sat down and she picked the t.v remote and reduced the volume of the television set. She continued in her usual manner of story telling that reminds me of my paternal grandmother, fervently with tears already forming a cloud of rain in her eyes. She continued.’ The mother even caught him with the music of em… err… ‘ as if trying to remember something and after a long time of brain racking, she finally snaps her finger ‘ ehen, 9ice or what do you call him. And this stupid song he sang. Ganja man.’ I almost cracked a smile, but for the seriousness of the matter at hand and not to hurt her feelings, I shyly turned my head down so she wont see my face. ‘ what do you young people do with yourselves these days? A young and bright boy like that, who wasted his life away’ I was almost getting up when she gently dragged me down and continued ‘ as if that was not enough, he started beating everybody in their house. Day before yesterday, he went on around screaming and chasing his mother with a knife threatening to stab her if she doesn’t give him money to go and buy marijuana. After series of attempt to restrain him from doing her any harm, he fell from and was quickly rushed to the hospital. And that is where they have been all day. Just then, I realized how tired she was, I got up and brought her a cold glass of water. She loosen her head tie and sprout her legs on the table. ‘ I beg you my son’ she repeated, ‘ don’t join them’. I was near anger now, I just drop the glass of water and grab the remote when I caught her eye. She had that look again on her face. The one that says I am rude for just leaving her like that without any form of assurance, so I went back to her and rubbed the back of her shoulders and whispered in her ears’ I promise you mama, I don’t smoke and I wont’. I left her and make for the t.v, the news was still on so I drew closer to the t.v. but as I stared at the t.v set, my mind was racing faraway, the image of the newscaster turned to that of iyke’s, like a fold of tides, all the time we spent together as kids came running back to my mind. All forms of question kept tormenting me. Like’ what influenced his choice of reasoning, who were his friends, how did he start smoking, for hoe long?’ and so on. I couldn’t place it. Slowly, drops of tears rolled down my eyes, and the first set of people I blamed were the musicians who went on glorifying weed like a medicine. by the time I would come back to myself, they had finished the news and the channel was playing the video clip of ras kimono’s ‘where you gat a gun from?’ so I changed the lyrics in my mind to ‘youngster, where get ganja

IN SEARCH OF HOPE

WAITING
I start a day dreaming…sleeping through the wires of struggle.
All my life all,scaling hurdles
Round after round in a square peg
I’ve seen shallow faces
Stinking bodies smelling like faeces

All my life all I want was to be found
Lost in harem of happiness, laughing all the time like a kid being wound
But as I try to crack a smile..i feel the wound
Evrytime I see me in the mirror

Longing for you,wanting you all the time
The heart so small yet so wide
The giggles of a child
The walk of a million mile.

Give me one kiss
Time wont let miss
Grant me one wish
Let it swim like the fish

Dance with me ,cry with me, sing with me
Rub m y head.
Be my herb
Have me well fed

Let each day with you ride like a never ending journey.

TODAY
Another day has been killed
With my joy, I killed the day
Tears at first in the morning.
The cries paid full mid day

As I looked afar, tomorrow looked far
So I took it out of mind.
Today I must hack
No more waiting for the butcher before I eat meat
I killed my sport.
Don’t call black blue to me
I broke the scales above my lense

My fingers re no longer itchy
My eyes no more itchy
I look west I see the breeze running towards me
Soon it will take my pains away, the stress of today’s labor

The dead hopes of not getting
The breeze will bring them tomorrow

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