The snowflake eloped

She flossed like the snowflakes resting motionlessly on my window  
panel. Against all hindrance she fought through  pushing hard to  
fulfill her dreams of coming down to a place of rest.  That shape that  
twirls the universe and placed hell in heaven. She smiled and let out  
the heave that simply say' I made it'
 
The smokey clouds moves to a fairer latitude and the sun shun with a  
rainbow brightness ...that mystical rainbow brightness that hides  
forth a pot of unfounded gold
 
she worn away like a paved concrete floor ,like cancer she melted with  
the intensive heat from the sun... abrasive like a bald head.. her  
touch was cashmere, to smothering to be labeled a fleece
 
Lovers with the clouds, tethered with the wind, moved down to a  
clearer pasture and survives for a couple of hours
I am a fallen snowflake

Mental hospital

Spirit particles floating around above this structures. The skies have 
been covered, and darkness shone towards the ground. The mad house was 
meant to go madder. People lurking around and patiently waiting on the 
doctors. The humane human ironically deceitful. " Charley's gonna die 
anyway. Let leave him here. You know we can make a fortune off his 
health insurance and possibly try out those drugs from the 
pharmaceutical .... He will make a good control experiment".

Everything is gonna be fine, doctor says to Mrs Charley. Swollen 
eye traps with collapsed chin, she usually goes away sober. Mrs 
Charley ends up inebriated and weakened

The cemetery would be deserted, and the morgue would be empty when 
the health institute are run with complete sincerity. Less obituaries 
and death notice.
The comedian doctor comes in the mist of mentally deranged individuals 
and draws a car  and a gas station at the adjacent.. 
An unusual question was asked, " which one of you could drive this car 
to the gas station........ In a rift-raft, every nuthead rushes down 
to the chalkboard.., pulling the static car.... Apparently Charley 
wasn't amongst them .....why, interjected Doctor Smith from the 
pharmaceutical department,!! ... Well because he already has the key 
to the car!

Charley was meant to go madder, why would he need Tylenol to resolve a 
stomach upset?. Pretty ridiculous when drugs for muscle spasm is fed 
to someone without a splinter. Doctors prescribe unnecessary drugs..... 
Stitches to the head .. Crack up the cranial bone and cut off the 
tumour ..... When brain cancer can never be uprooted. Why do 
medical institution try and always succeed in exploiting people. A soft 
radioactive radiation administered with care could guaranty Mr Charley 
ten more year than the cumbersome procedure. Without the health 
insurance companies this doctors would earn average paychecks. Ah, 
we're sorry we lost him.. Leaves Mrs Charley to grief and she pathetically 
curse on everything cancerous.

The past was continental, Future laid beyond places.

I left my country with my mind, and leaving behind my heart and soul. It hurts so badly to live a life with those parts missing. A robot holds more emotion than my present self. The summer atmosphere reminds my mind how the sub-Saharan wind felt, how the impurities tasted..and what illness flew with the land breeze.

Driving down a landscape perspective, the trees were  lined like citizens of the former soviet union. The rich and poor got equal amount of food and weekly stipend.....what an egalitarian community that fell apart due to Human instinct, greed, negligence towards spiritual morals and capitalist control holding world power In view of monopolism.

The future appeared fair, suffocating under tainted air  and overwhelmed by dark mornings ......the monochromatic scenery depicting thought created by the movie industry. Cold as ice am gradually resorting back to that hermit and humdrum life where every morning was bright and no drama everyday...a situation where Fun's death is a natural mystic...a recurring episode, watching the leaf fall off, floating down like a pendulum ball and sipping hot cocoa outside dad's conquered palace. My hands felt the coldness from the wind and the counter effect from the hotness of cocoa, a sublime moment where my mind refuses to focus.

From mud floors to bumpy roads to smooth Tarmac, the impurities from the dust tasted dirty, but the atmosphere relate three different places combining all into a very big memory where am reminded of my past.

Like most dreams, I envisaged the future, smiled in the morning because she shone with brightness and minor troubles then forgot her till she materialized in the present. I am always lost in oblivion when chapters from my dream occurs........thinking when did I dream about this bittersweet situation?

The past went continental, as memorable as a monochrome picture....and the future laid beyond places .....

21st December

The misty air that came with 21st Decembers... The dust flushing out
our nostril system, the dry harmattan from sub-Sahara dessert yet,
Lagos was lively under extreme condition. Aromas from both religion,
the Christians and Muslims ...happy because the weren't any cause for
conflict... Neighborhoods were as peaceful as the could be till the
sun sets....



21st Decembers, the only holiday observed by mobsters, hoodlum, and
thieves( Both in the streets and public offices)....the day when the
riverine bunkers won't vandalize pipelines and spray bullets to the
wandering masses. The day the police gets the lowest revenue off
kickbacks and the day when electric supply was the fullest and be
probably Guinness.


The day when tenants won't get kicked out so early, the day when
paupers didn't sleep on buoyant mattress cause everywhere was flooded
on poor drainage system. The day husbands went back to their wives and
prostitutes went back to love ones.


Masquerade and superstitious images serenaded the streets like
Hell......Entertaining people and sometimes scourging them to the
pillar..... the victims smiled afterward ....most wistful
torture ....an oxymoron that will forever enslave parts of Africa till
illiterates let intellectuals into political power. This is culture for
an ethic group in Nigeria where I grew up......LAGOS

Drunkeness, a state of sheer stupidity

In an amplitude of unfiltered music and human noise troughed in a seismic manner. Born in the dessert floor was my deepest thirst for alcohol, the cold vodka ran through my body like an errant locomotive. Effective after six minutes, I was ignited by the internal combustion of vodka in my body. Chilled within like pure glacial ethanol, my heart pounded like pistons on cylinder valves of supersonic car engines, blood ran a victorious marathon, mixed with ether that burns the human soul.


My nerves transmitted electron impulses... and I was lost in a state of ecstasy while my body responded to involuntarily stimulus .....I felt like the Mimosa plant observing tactic movement.

I have longed for moment like this. How does it feel to be drunk, does it release the anguish you have patiently concealed within, does it relieve the burden you have sadly carried or do we get drunk, for no worthless reason. Well I tried it, nothing changed, even while I drank more I couldn't submerge that inner sorrows into an obscure retreat where neither the inner being nor I would ever retrieve it. An obscure hole where my mind can't search or see through.

My eyes were blurry, everything appeared motionless, minute and stale. A scene hyperbolicaly matrix. My head ached, and my body reacted to the lively music while the bouncers watched me intensely. Immersed in the world of aromatic substance, I have made my being a subject to alcohol....I let the alcohol rule over me in an imperative and communist manner. With no course to object or think about my movement I responded to whatever whenever. A little bit sane and somnolent, I walked home staggering like an individual with a faulty three semi- canal membrane.

The tribe

Watching the fume escape the cylinders of a wrecked Cadillac while my  
Color lay on the streets hunting one another over  worthless chicken  
penny ....I was scared of my color ...the black American .....they  
knew I wasn't one of them regardless the color .....they could tell  
from the dress code .......a lanky one approached me in a rude  
manner ....I would have called the cops but what sense would it  
make .......having the law imprison my black brother even while he's  
still a prisoner of the American society ......it's like administering  
lethal injection to an inmate after serving a decade in  
jail ...........nevertheless...he wandered away while I continually  
played a deaf man to the rest public.

These were my brothers and sisters back in Africa........until we sold  
them over fancy objects like the mirror because we thought like humans  
with pig brain.

On the adjacent street a couple of teenagers ought to be in school  
stood at the corner rolling dice while money flew in the air like  
particles......they have accepted an incessant gibberish  
fate.....either we are athletes or artist ......if not we have no  
other ways of surviving the American society but to gamble on the  
streets and peddle drugs

Like the eygptian, we forced our own blood to exile....even the  
beggars on the streets of Lagos are better off compared to what am  
seeing in Akron ......I wonder what Brooklyn, Bronx,Roxbury, New  
Orleans, Georgia etc. would be like....... American dogs live better  
than the poor black people living in the streets of America

We are no longer fighting for rights, we are no longer trying to show  
the hatred filled racist that it is self evident that we are all  
equal............See how the black rappers move from grass to grace to  
grass......multi-millionaires turn bankrupt after her reign is  
over ..........just like African leaders the never think of the coming  
generations ...so they spend extravagantly and donate only when  
some one's watching.

Going deeper into the jungles of Akron .....I took off my wristwatch  
and switched off my celly.........a thousand stares........pierce  
through my body like I was the naked Saint Lucy.........understanding  
and analysing the cold atmosphere.......inhaling impurity-filled air  
mixed with cigarette and marijuana...........I cared less about my  
thereabout ......watching this young folk digging through hotel  
garbage ......the hoteliers threw out excess into garbage and my  
hungry brothers starved............obviously I became a thief's  
possession .....sooner or later I would be stripped and  
robbed ....getting as close a I could to the hungry folk ......I  
purposely left a $20 bill and made away from the  
ghetto ......straight home to streetsboro

Hitchhiker

Spinning an empty bottle of vitamin water ........enduring and ensuring that am still safe while the smoked reefer just 10 feet away from the police.....my heart pounded like the busted illegal immigrant.....first I was a noncitizen and I don't have any X- factor

Searching for the nearest Mart to make a drop.....I found one, with nothing left but a fidgeting voice that projected how scared I was ... yet they all couldn't sense my situation ....., I put my music to rest and thought of my mother's facial expression.....how depressing and irritating the looked at me she would never foresee me doing drugs or doing venial wrongs.....was never a bad boy...resisted peer pressure and declined to subject to luring prodigious adventures

Perspiring like a panting dog....feeling the wind blow through to flush out the regions of separate diffusion of Reefer particles while my mind sank to every sharp swerve the took to dodge the police......I knew I had to speak up.......I tried but I was fearful on my own breath. I stuttered on my twisted tongue and manage to say “STOP"!!!!!!!!!...........I was pulled aback when they odometer read 140 on a 60 limit road.........a boogie day I must say.....I wasn't daydreaming .......I could tell who was who and what the cloud looked like at every moment

I let the tea run cold while the moment lasted......this is certainly un-me.....veraciously I shouted ....till they all came a little to their human senses"am pressed I really need to use the restroom"....a clever sentence that sounded un-adult......they let me go at a Sear retail store nearby while their brains fried till who knows .....

I let that incidentally event slide ......this is a typical situation every hitchhiker would experience especially in sensitive notorious places like ROXBURY. MASSACHUSETT

Midnite Snacker

Blessed days I slept without worry....suppressing the hunger I feel within ....belly cried, legs creaked like doors suspended aloft, unbalanced on loose hinges..........my nerves shook me up with every second pause in my dream........been dreaming about Alice while we drank tea brewed by Mexicans at wonderland .....

Am startled.....filled with exasperation.........I let out the stinking yawn ......air pollution i suppose.......stealing a glance from the darkness the clock read 3:00am......no Chinese, no pizza and certainly no DP Dough......disgraceful company with disgusting menu ......an insult to intestines....an embarrassment and joy killer to the stomach.

Off to Kroger’s, cherishing, salivating, and thinking of Sushi. Closed was the only tangible sign I could see...with no option left and mouth filled with rattle sighs.....I walked to MacDonald's drive- thru.........feeling somnolent like a kitty.My presence hadn't been noticed, I stood there like a street pole which no one considers significant till the fell......and probably kill someone.

A lady comes up and asked what would you like ........a welcoming question with a negative gesture .......apparently she had a .45 conspicuous enough for a bat to see. Out of massive terror, I replied a double stacker .....Reaching down for my wallet.....She made it for her pocket as well and came up with the menu ..........what a dramatic showdown i thought to myself.... Had I reached down for something inappropriate I would have been possibly labeled the RIP.

I went home looking hysterical .......staring at my ceiling .......wondering what an episode of life I just went through......With a grumpy sound from my intestines I reached out for my midnite snack ........then chilled till the break of dawn.

Strange how it could be

Seeing her twice in a full moon is an uncertainty that I confine to.
Her presence is rare like an eclipse, comes and goes for the other
decade.... she moves swifter than the buoyant air
pollutant.....swerving like an unstreamlined vehicle and never stopping
with a hydraulic braked legs !!!!!!! I hollered after her like a
mobbed old Granny till I went tenor on my innate baritone and my
voice crescendo descended like an escalator .......reassuring myself
of seeing her again is surely a fantasy.

Am caught off guard every time she comes around swirling like a mini-tornado.........with a beauty inscription that showers fortitude and solely reminds me of Nature, body slender and plastic, legs olived to glitter, Silvered foot, Platinum nails, Cinnamon scented, the black Venus of
Morganictown ......am left with her shadow, a shadow built to
perfection.....the magical artistry of God... with a Made in heaven
label....... contemplating optimistically and waiting on for a better
chance to say hello while time intervenes, My most dreaded friend


OOOO ...........if only she knew how she blossomed like the floating
water lilies, the female hungered athletic toads would have craved
after her. Her innocence Shows how immaculate she is. With a vibrant
piercing voice that ripples mud water and represents a speechless Dionne Warwick and so shy to speak with friendly strangers, an illiterate
would label her paranoid in a split eye-click .......she only needs a
few minute to build memento for confidence ......then her words won't
be affected by gravity.......her words flow like fluid observing
Archimedes principle and float like wondering dandelion


We barely see, we are like pine trees separated by distance, we cling
to each other with the aid of the generous wind .
She's my Ralph Lauren, my Burberry, the polo to my heart.....

Dear
Isobella......The Black American Girl