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Kneel By Mercy Oluwarinu

Bow at my feet and worship my sin Blessing my anatomy the morning glory Even as you drink the creamy sweetness Fruition produces.   Kneel and let the praises of “master” flow, silk Like the rushing fountain at eve time. Kneel and kiss my raw thighs in the heat of sweat, Letting your shameful bareness soothe my angry thrives, exalting ... Read More »


I’ve lost contact with that world With it’s abnormal dimensions and Geometrical architecture that speaks The truth of an only. I now sing Shirk and think it wise when I dance to the “strangers” music and mingle Among the “commoners” wishes.   I pray to no direction and Act out no ablution. Woe be the compass and be burnt every ... Read More »

Selfless comes after self

There’s a Yoruba adage that translates, “the world will make a mockery of whom they carved you into today, tomorrow.” It is a solemn reminder that no matter how much love you have for people, self-love comes first. It is good to be selfless but it is wrong not to consider yourself adequately. The negative effect of doing otherwise is ... Read More »

ABIKU (The withered fertility) By Mercy Oluwarinu

  Mama rues the days she bears me. Her tongue spits a burning fire, An antique dagger it remains In the heart of father.   In the wake of the sun she would curse her hidden stars. And in moon’s reign would praise the ancestral power Of the river goddess who smut her The wound of a withered fertility.   ... Read More »

What love did to us

See what love did to us. We embraced the word but not its meaning and let it take charge of our emotions and humanity. We sought to maintain the status quo against all odds, and we got blinded to the hurt we were sowing. Love, it became an answer to all the questions I asked you. Love, it became an ... Read More »

Green Hostel 2 – 3

Last week on Green Hostel Tola’s departure was what she called it. Leaving the shores of the country and never looking back except chance allows it. The type of chance that boils down to the next set of choices I make. The choice to nurture my good heart and grow into a better man or just live it all up; ... Read More »

Beauty from pain

Now is not the time to give up. I know life can be hard, I understand how it feels to keep trying without the slightest result to show for it. If you don’t feel the losses; if they don’t hurt or humble you, that’s when you know you’re not cut out for the life you deserve. Embrace your pains and ... Read More »

WRATH (The Holy Satan) – Mercy Oluwarinu

The spirit woos around me. Echoing its chants to my ears; It preaches its scriptures, Vocalising its psalms. By praising the tri-gods; it tries to cage me in the sacrament Of its cursed cross. I spat at the face of spirituality, It’s powers I exhorted abominably as though an act of adultery. Then spirituality spoke fire. Alas! Ripped, the cross ... Read More »

Heathen – Mercy Oluwarinu

I place a swear on spirituality Using my scarred palm of sacred Prostitution. The sacred blood of my pagan palm That obstructs not nature from condemnation’s eyes, Places the cross in the bosom Of pleasure’s spell And forever it will dwell, on my nipple’s spot.   I place a swear on spirituality. May the sacrilege of my nudity Forever uphold ... Read More »


I was having an assessment of my life so far over the weekend. How far have I come? How did I get here? And most especially, why am I still standing? I’ve had help, thank God. After several hours of pondering about it, I came to the conclusion that I am unique. I am because despite what life has thrown ... Read More »