Musings · Poetry

Where Is Mine?

I am not a nomad That's too fancy a word to describe me It will be a dishonour to true nomads to call myself that But still, I drift, homeless with a roof over my head Questions of who I am and why I am pouring in at every waking moment From here to there… Continue reading Where Is Mine?

Musings · Poetry

Be Still

Be still racing thoughts, wild mind Going over the past scenario won't change the results Banging your head and hurling hurtful words won't change how you feel Instead, be still and take it in What's happened, has happened; all gone What will happen, can change; you can try So be still racing thoughts, wild mind… Continue reading Be Still

Musings · Poetry

Lazy Humans

I heard Bisola crying last week; I heard Uche suddenly bring up suicide. Hassana's shoulders drooped; her eyes looked weary. Tosan sighed incessantly and stared unseeingly. Ufedo wore long sleeves in the summer. Aisosa always sat alone. Always. I noticed all these and more; The soundless cries from drowning souls; Got no response from me.… Continue reading Lazy Humans