African Warrior

You can feel his courage from miles away, With heart beating passionately for the service of his people. Carved in the strength of a man drenched by life's imperfection, he fights for tomorrow even when he knows he could draw his last breath in battle, Despair always hid in his heart but his eyes never betray him. The purpose for…

High

High is what I find in a glimpse of hope when the odds are against me, And not in the extra gulp of liquor that I drown myself into only to wake up to a new dose of misery. It is how I walk when others mock me with words their inadequacies describe, And not in a tiny roll of…

Love me or set me free

We've been at this for some time, Holding on to the bond that binds us, as a newborn depends on his mother's breast to survive, Like twin sharing an umbilical cord in all accord. We've roared at each other like a thunder storming through the earth, And parted ways with anger, like lightning running through the sky, temporarily. You and…

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…

Barakat

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…

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.  …

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…

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…

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…

My arrest – Mercy Oluwarinu

I'd rip the cross of salvation to pieces Tearing its beads; the pillars to pieces I'd snatch salvation from the burning candle of incense And own it in hatred with my sharp tooth for blackness. I'd roll the balls of salvation with my tongue And clothe its bareness with saliva's wrath I'd rape the cross of salvation till it rusts…

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