Coitus I By Ofem Ubi
All hail the god of the millennium Make way as I slide through Like a dice of double six on a ludo board I am the finish line the young and old race for And though my price comes in liquid forms Orgasms and ecstasies are my trophies the globe could kill and scramble for Everybody still loves the ride Even the strong and mighty fall to my seductions I guess Sampson knows better Because my silent actions through Delilah were too delightsome a meal for him to resist Or you could consult Bathsheba Even he after God’s own heart was just too blind to see the darkness I was bringing in David, he was dead desperate to slice throats just to have a piece of me And you know Solomon never lived long enough to the tell the tale I summoned his emotions just too early, as early as…
HEART STEWARDS BY OFEM UBI
She’s just too beautiful Her eyes are two bright stars on a scary midnight And the retinas in them are waves giving signals to the antennas of every other Adam she sets eyes on She has dimples Deep enough to hide her frowns when she stretches her jawbones to export smiles from the nation of her cheeks She has folds of skin carefully placed on her forehead For hers is a face lift surgery made before birth She is the inspiration behind Ed’s Shape Of You And her footsteps are tiptoes into the glimpse of Mother Africa She’s fragile glass Plays like a child Which makes it easy for her to bury grudges like high classified secrets Her voice reminds you of hope even when hope itself grows hopeless Friends say I am lucky to have her That I am blessed to be the moonlight she chooses to lay gaze…
WHAT IF BY OFEM UBI
What if… What if time were the new currency What if any and everything were controlled by the tendencies of past, present and future What if tick-tock became the new exchange rate? What if your life were radar etched on the folds of your wrist And you could virtually watch your life melt away like candle wax Knowing that every tick-tock of the clock was a walk off luck and you were steps away from being coffin locked What would you do? If oblivion waved a smile across to you What would you change if you had seconds starring at the sun stunned face of yours? Would you right your wrongs? Or let them multiply like the figures of a Nigerian politician in a Swiss bank account Would you stop wasting time in the bid of trying to save it? Would you make the most of it by not trying…
Dear Asabe – A Woman’s Letter To Her Husband’s Adulterous Lover
Dear Asabe, It’s been 72 months since we last saw or spoke to each other, you didn’t reply the first letter I sent to you though I wasn’t expectant; how is your husband Tonye, I hope you two are well?… My husband and daughters are all doing well. Lavern my first daughter is now a graduate and Labake her immediate younger one too, Jasmine my last daughter is counting down to graduation also; I’ve never been this proud considering the joy of having “daughters” who are doing so well and proving people like you wrong. I hope you haven’t forgotten in a hurry how you put me through pains in my own home just because I allowed you in. Don’t forget the year I gave birth to Jasmine, how you took over my home because I was diagnosed with PREECLAMPSIA and needed bed rest in the hospital; my husband became…
THE VAL SERMON
They say this day was made to spread love to those we love Made for those special people who held the capsules of our heart in their medicated hands But it’s a bit awful that mankind misinterprets love as juice berries hung in skirts and skinny jeans chased by eyes of lust and destruction And the world neglects the emotionally bankrupt who seek for this love daily but never receive it So I chose not to misplace my wishes this time And to whom it may concern I refuse to compress my love into a vase of 24hrs per year Like feb14 is the only day HE showed me love Like that was the only day HE washed my sins in the pool of mercy For HIS love is endless as an ocean Flowing deep into the banks of the over shore So my wishes go to the orphans The…
How My Lover Makes Me Feel Foolish By Juliet Bane
“I must stop this foolishness, I must be strong, I hate love!” She kept on muttering these words to herself as she zoomed off to the beach where she would cry her heart out. She moved slowly along a warm, sandy path. At the top of a hill hidden with tall marsh plants that echoed with sounds of birds and insects. She laid down on the hot soft sand. Lost in her thoughts, she couldn’t help but cry out loud “My world has come to an end!” She cried so much that the sun dried the wet tears onto her face. “I am tortured with thoughts of you, my heart aches for you, sometimes I try to fight this feeling and everytime I try I fall in love with you again. This is the worst feeling to live with and I know that no matter who you end up with…
Pre-Vals Day Special: This Is The Reason I Wanted Love Letters Too By OAP Eimiee Samuel
Eiimie Samuel, a budding OAP in Calabar wants us to go back to the olden days of writing love letters. So enjoy this funny personal piece and tell us about your own experiences or what you think about Eiimie’s piece. “So I pick up my golden pen from my basket of love, with so much joy in my heart to pen down to you, just how much my heart beats for you…” This did not just have a magic smile effect on any girl who received this kind of letter, but it also increased the chances of the sender’s reception into the heart of the receiver back then. This was in the early 2000. Though I hadn’t been around for too long before technology took over our lives, I too craved everyday for this kind of attention. 2006, yes that was the year I gained admission into an all girls…
4 Reasons Why You Should Die To Be A Part Of The 2017 Global Mentoring Walk Happening In Calabar
Sometime ago Emmanuel “Worldchanger” Bassey informed me of a Mentoring Program. At first, I was skeptical, but I decided to try it. You know… It doesn’t hurt to try something new, so I registered as a mentee and say what! It was awesome. Here are 4 real reasons why you should be part of this mentoring program if you’re a female in Calabar. 1. You Get To Be Mentored By A Renown And More Experienced Female In Whatever Career Path You Choose I wasn’t sure what exactly I wanted. I wanted to play the guitar better (yes I’m a fabulous guitarist), to know how to publish books and write better. My first mentor was and is still a very amazing lady, Esther Eshiet. Under her mentorship, I started Blankpaperz. A friend of mine who was interested in on-air media ended up getting paired with a mentor who worked with the…
WHEN I AM GONE BY OFEM UBI
Dear family My life like every other is a journey A perfect example of a withering flower And every passing day leads me close to my inevitable certainty When I depopulate earth Flowers will litter the feet of my stone than when I existed Tears potent enough to flood my desert lungs and quench my dead thirsty soul So when I am gone Sugarcoat not my obituary with candies of lies When my name is wiped off earth’s slate Sprinkle not salt of false words on my corpse Do not spray fairy tales of my perfection Don’t photo shop or frame images of my obsequies to portray a portrait of an undaunted legend Cos the world has witnessed endless exits of icons gone too soon and there have been several glorious home calls But instead tell the world the truth And cover me with dust of solemn goodbye hymns Tell…
THE PERFECT DATE ARENA BY OFEM UBI
We don’t need the beach Where the oceans climb the mountains of our feet Where the teaming stream sings the song of leisure and the sound of the sea collides with the walls of our ecstasy Sunset beautifies the face of the waters We don’t need the cinemas Where our eyes are glued to TV screens And our hands converse with popcorns Where we witness comedy and tragedy Mingle like kids on playground We don’t need concerts Where endless strings and bass drums distort the melodies the lips of our gazing eyes sing to each other Where the noise from the cheering crowd deform the shape of our beautifully sketched hearts We don’t need the eateries and fast food joints Where our magnetic windpipes inhale the fragrance of delicious meals And our pocket discord with price tags of their services NO, we don’t need them Cos right now All we…
Poison by Mirabelle Morah
POISON I just couldn’t stand all their noise and trouble. I’ve never wanted to be the kind of girl to get married, have kids, have trouble with my husband, divorce and leave broken kids behind. No! Been there, felt that. So I’d often toyed with the idea of not getting married at all. I knew I couldn’t get married and not have children, but I want my own kids and I don’t want them to go through the hell I went through with my parents. I couldn’t bear the noise any longer. It seemed my earphones couldn’t drown their noise and yells as well as the shatters. I didn’t want to get emotional, so I got up from my bed, went straight for my drawer and picked up my headphones. The bass tone would’ve been enough to shut out the noise even from a drone. Tears slid down my face.…
BREATHING BEES BY OFEM UBI
She is honey Vicious sweet fluid produced from the nectar of God’s hands Chased by bees as men who come buzzing in sounds of love both fiction and real With proboscis as in-betweens dying to taste of their substance And it’s sad enough that some honey’s are just too gullible Too low to notice the sugar coated words as roofs resting on the fenced tongues of these bees Some are just too fast to welcome these bees to their beehives Only waking up to the late fact that these bees were never meant to stay Dear Honey How many bees have you let in? How many bees have you let take away your icing Make caricature of your heavenly blessings For they have shredded you of everything And all you’re left of is nothing but saltiness Lock the cages of your beehives Preserve the keys for these walking insects don’t…
AN ODE TO THE AFRICAN GIRL | OFEM UBI
You were rich like crude oil An innumerable number of breathing glittering gold Your beauty was a silent sermon echoing through vast lands and kingdoms beyond You were a handful of dancing diamonds And those with sunlike skins always wished they possessed a quarter of your endowment You were born to bear the weight of your men like pregnancies You had eyes that sung the songs of salvation And your earlobes were bearers to the testimony that black was beautiful Your footsteps were nothing but good tidings to those who were lucky enough to hear or receive them And your rose pedal lips made the slave masters seek for refuge in the shelter of thy bossoms Your hips were the palace of pleasure perfectly placed by the power of HE who formed you Though you were given birth to under harsh conditions you glowed like the morning sun on Christmas…