I am blue, I am you, forget the baby and leave the woman to herself-

Spoon fed.

Its pathetic to see that African parents shape children like themselves, I will like to call it modern slavery.


Sunny afternoon, the dry leaves where falling down lightly as harmattan approached slowly, I saw


Make a wish when you see a star, break the glass when you see a


The world have forces, if you listened enough, you can hear spirits sing, cats talk and you could also summon dead people or the spirit of the world if you are about it, sometimes I look too hard at a black and white photo of my dad on my work table, it will smile and float, I haven’t being able to communicate with him as I did much younger, but I will, when my mind is in the right place, he knows I smoke and fuck now, but I know he would want me to tell him.