Stories, Lessons and Humour.

In our Face-me-I-face-you Our room opposite the Johnson's Mrs Johnson snored the loudest A walking irony we used to think As in the house she was the most quiet But at night she became the loudest Young and cautioned by our mother's glares We never asked questions In our Face-me-I-face-you Mrs Johnson snored the loudest Hours after the stereo was at its loudest It would go off We would hear sobs for so long Then the heartfelt snoring We never asked questions In my Face-me-I-face-you Mrs Johnson snored the loudest Her subconscious calling to her ancestors To not let her wake to the pains and aches To Mr Johnson's rod, punches and kicks To the stares that traced her scars We never asked questions In my Face-me-I-face-you Mrs Johnson snored the loudest Every night except one Her ancestors had heard her incessant pleas They had come for her The heavy snoring slowing became faint As she took steps closer to them Until suddenly the house became sil...

I have never understood The insanity that comes with love taken away Brother Akindele the composed had sat at the junction Crying out his heart and asking people why he wasn't enough After Shakara Lizzy had eloped with Brother Samson How quickly love had become insanity I didn't understand Brother Akindele had said steps we take forward in love can only be taken back in near insanity I didn't understand Up until you left Akinyemi Just before you left You mustered strength to say Here's to all that we were All that we could be If we had the time I have walked both ways in my mind All that we were I have fathomed with my imagination All that we could be Now staring at the spot you last touched That I have left unwashed since you left You in my heart, head and thoughts I realize brother Akindele was right.               Picture from @onestrongafricanwoman