That Monday morning, I did not wake up in a hurry. I did not run into the shower. I did not jump into my clothes, and breakfast was not left-overs from Sunday night’s dinner. I lounged lazily, with Ezinwanne and Nneka watching a TV drama series. None of us had...
Early in the morning
a true Nigerian meets a friend
and like a game of ping-pong
they play with greetings.
“How is your wife?”
“she is fine!”
“And the children?”
“they are fine!”
“How is work?”
“work is fine!”
“Your father’s health?”
“he’s doing well!”
Then one says a greeting…
We built our love like a shelter
you cut trees, I drew water
you laid bricks, I made mortar
we built our love together.
We built our love like a shelter
it had roofs, walls and windows
wide beds and soft pillows
we build our love together.
Like a shelter…
The second hardest thing in the word
is finding you.
because precious things are hard to find.
The hardest thing in the world is losing you
because losing you is losing me.
These hard things easily make
the easiest thing in the world
and loving you
My shoes have lost their floors
And my eyes riot from looking
But till I find you, I will
Worry many more maps,
Scourge many more miles
And dissect a thousand more smiles.
I will find you.
It might take a day
perhaps another decade
But I will find you…
“She’s going to slap me!” I said to myself, unsure of what defensive demeanour to assume.
Do I wait for her to accuse me, and then in a calmly measured voice tell her it wasn’t me while pretending to be offended?
Should I make my denial very indignant, to validate…
When you are single
everything reminds you.
Commercials remind you
everything is cheaper
if you buy in twos.
Your big idle pots remind you
since you almost never cook for two
Your favourite dress reminds you;
it needs help zipping from the back
Those nosy acquaintances too
with questions you…
I wait for love patiently
the way one waits
for a special delivery.
All day, I sit by the door
ears flared like a calabash
waiting quietly for the bell to ring.
By noon it rings eventually,
excitedly, I leap for the door
but it’s only my neighbour Mosun;
People who love shoes are really not people. In their minds they are millipedes, and…
If you have not learnt to tame sleep, you might never get to take victory in the areas of your life where you need them the most. Your bed is not your friend, it is a ‘necessary evil’. Time is the only resource that man has never been able manufacture…
Last night the boy was thirteen
This morning he is thirty
To look out of his window
Asking ‘where did the days go?’
Like pages of an open book
Turned by the wind.
But that is truth and that is life
To sleep a child and wake a man
Patrick tugged urgently at the piece of cloth strangling him all day. He yanked the…
Tolu’ Akinyemi is an Architect, Entrepreneur, and a passionate Creativist. He was born in Akure, the sleepy capital city of Ondo State, Nigeria. He studied at the Federal University of Technology Akure, Nigeria, and then at the University of Greenwich, London.
His Poetry was short-listed in Verses From The Sun (2012); An Association of Nigerian Authors, Anthology, A Way With Words (2014); A Great British Write Off Anthology, The Big Society; A poetry stage play written for The Stephen Lawrence Charitable Trust, London, and The Greenwich-Lewisham Young People’s Theatre. His writings have also appeared on other printed and online outlets.
You can find Tolu on Instagram,Facebook and Twitter (@poetolu). He believes in ‘The Big Bang Theory’ TV Show, Google and Jesus. Tolu currently lives in London, England.