Tuesday 27 March 2012

The Death Friend

Who am i?

You cant see me

You cant feel me

I’m subtle

Yet clear

I dance in the rain

The road is my bed

I’m at the pub and at the bar

My song is sweetest in depression and pain

My laughter is as the screeching of metals

You can’t hold me

But my clutch is tight on you

I take your loved ones

They are my loved ones too

Hope they say exists when there is life

But I tell you death is your ultimate end

Kiss me friend

If you repel, I’ll take you

Insanity is the drug of misery

Death is the cure of misery

My word is bye

Our phrase is take me

The ultimate clause is together forever in the end

I’m not the deeper sleep

I’m the sleep preamble

The aftermath of a little sleep

An almost intercourse

Certainly more than a hug

I wont tell you when its time

I’m a surprise

Though the gift that’s always there

Make your ways right

And you’ll enjoy eternity.

I’m the death friend not enemy.


Saturday 24 March 2012

Wake up

Wake up wake up

Mama wake up

I know you’re asleep

Just open your eyes a little

I want eba and efo riro

You do it best

I want you to stand and make it

Mama wake up

Lets play a game

Keep me company

Mama if you don’t wake up, I’ll hit you

Mama I know you can hear me

Just wake up

Smile at me

I want to see you smile

I want to hear you scold me

I want you back me

Sing to me

Tell me I am beautiful

Don’t go from my side

Rock me back and forth

Hold me

Comfort me

Mama wake up

To me you’re the greatest

Don’t leave me o

Mama don’t go

Wake up

I’ll count up to ten Mama

You’re my best friend

You cant leave me

Ok, let me come with you

Or better still,

Carry me with you

Mama I’m counting

One…two…three

Four…five…sixxx

No mama you’re gone

You could have warned me

No, you cant.

You cant leave

Who would wipe my tears?

Who would show me love?

I would never say goodnight Mama

Saturday 10 March 2012

LOVE

beyond the dark skies something lay
beyond the blue sea a phenomenon lay
who are you?
reveal yourself to me.
am I too mortal?
I’ve immersed myself into your person
I’ve read your books
but I don’t know you
how can I know you?
how can I walk with you?
I sit on the beach sand every morning
and the sand between my thumbs remind me of you
a soft whisper of the wind tells me you’re somewhere
the song in the air,
the kiss on my lips
oh such a wonderful romance
you’ve hugged me,
you’ve comforted me
you’ve given me joy
but I don’t think I ever saw you
my heart throbs when I hear your name
a million goose bumps suffice on my skin when I feel you
who are you?
I see your gifts
some embellished in chocolates
some possessing the fragrance of flowers
some tasting as goods a thousand delicacies
why do I deserve this
when I wake up in the morning
I think of you first
and I thank you
I already love you
mother says its impossible
I say its modern love
kiss me friend
send me love letters
I’ll tell everyone we’re in love
I’ll tell everyone you make me happy
hopefully they’ll see you my sunshine
hopefully they’ll see you not too far from the stars
not too near them either,
not too deep in the sea
not too near them either
I hope they’ll see you in their hearts
and be encouraged to love
because you and you alone can teach Love
because you and you alone is called Love
because you and you alone is called God

Saturday 3 March 2012

Nothingness

I had a dream
I remember it.
Someone called my name
Asake, asake, asake
I looked around me
It was void
I continued my journey to the land of nothingness

I heard the voice again
Asake, asake, asake
This time I answered
Then there was no reply
Maybe a dream murderer
In fear, I started walking fast
Walking fast to the land of nothingness

Asake where are you going to?
The voice asked
It was as that of my grandmother
But she was long dead
Long cremated and thrown into the sea
Notwithstanding, I answered
I am going to the land of nothingness

Suddenly night went, Day came
The sun burnt my feet as I walked
I began to long for slippers.
there is no slippers in the land of nothingness
in fact the land of nothingness had nothing
why do you go there
I saw the old woman as she asked

She was dressed in black mourning gown
She wasn’t my grandma
Her back was bent in a hunch
She held a walking stick to support her movement
Don’t go there she warned
You could come back mourning
But no one would mourn for you

I ignored her
The old were not wise as they seemed
I continued my journey
All the luxury I would receive in the land of nothingness
The ground became a dessert
And there was no water
I could turn back but I kept walking to the land of nothingness

Then I reached there and knocked
The door was opened
I saw young women my age
They were dressed in fancy clothes
I looked at my clothes and dreaded my appearance
They gave clothes
I wore them to the parties in the land of nothingness

I made myself believe I was one of them
I partied and had fun
I drank and smoked
I ate and ate
I lived a luxurious life
I lied to everyone
But I couldn’t lie to my heart not even in nothingness

Then there was a famine in nothingness
The trends dropped
So did the food and water
I wanted to cry
We dressed in rags
I wished I had listened to the old woman
I wished I hadn’t lied to myself

Years had gone,
I wanted to go back home
But when I looked in the mirror
I was but invisible
I had changed
I had changed in the land of nothingness

Then I had woken up
It was all dream
I promised to always listen to my conscience
The only person who would mourn for me
After I became bad
But I wasn’t going to be bad
Because I wasn’t going back to nothingness

Dupe Mills: Why Did You Leave Me?

Something woke me up. It wasn’t a dream I thought trying to recollect it. It seemed like an occurrence-my acting even in my sleeping. I was confused. What was going on? My eyes were still groggy from the nine hours of sleep that I was sure I hadn’t gotten at one single space in two years. I yawned and a foul breath escaped mouth but I was too lazy to walk to the bathroom which was less than ten feet from my bed. I pushed a pile of my clothes to the floor as I searched for my blackberry. I was such a mess. My bed was piled with clothes, my comforter, from reckless sleeping was now on the floor, novels and books of sort-not even neatly stacked lay on my bed. I shut my eyes angry at myself. ‘Now I’d have to clean up’ I said as if it was someone else who had made the mess.
I finally managed to stand up and walked to the bathroom. I didn’t like who I saw in the mirror even after I rinsed my face. Something was pricking me today and making me frustrated. I could almost feel the fumes rising from head. Then I heard mother’s voice. She was talking in hushed whispers-then it clicked-the reason I had woken up at the wrong side of the bed was mother. I strained my ears to listen to who she was talking to. Then she said it again the word that had raised me like Lazarus from the tomb was that word I so detested. ‘Child’
‘Child’ I repeated in more of disgust than anger.
I went closer to the door of my room and with my toothbrush in my mouth, toothpaste all over my lips.
‘No-I can’t tell them-’ her voice was too quiet
I just wanted to open my door and go and sit with her and make her repeat all the words she was telling this person-possibly stranger. But I knew if she wanted me to hear, she wouldn’t be whispering. I fidgeted with the door for a second then I heard another statement.
‘How old is the child first?’
No, this couldn’t be happening to me. Why would mother want to destroy my life? She couldn’t possibly want to-no she couldn’t. She knew I hated children. She had better be joking with this.
I sat on the floor, praying to God who I so often didn’t communicate with to stop whatever mum was planning to do. Then there was a silence hanging over the air. Could it be possible that God had intercepted the phone call or ran over the receiver with a huge trailer-no, maybe boko haram had bombed the Motherless home where she sought to adopt a child from. Oh, I was just doleful and silly. I stood up rinsed my mouth and went into my mother’s queens room. She looked a tidbit sad even though dressed in the best creamy vintage dress, tight at the waist and a renaissance of Cinderella at the bottom. Her hair was carefully braided. She looked like a bride, a young beautiful bride but she wasn’t.
I kissed her fair cheeks brusquely and sat with her. I was going to be mature about this, at least, father always said ‘mature speeches brought mature reactions.’
‘Mum are you going out?’ I asked feeling the texture of her dress. It was lace.
‘Yeah’ she said forcing herself to smile a little ‘uh I had this opening but-’ she stopped abruptly as if trying to find the right words.
‘Mum, do you want to tell me something’ I asked. I was tempted to shout and scream for her to just talk to me. I wanted to tell her I knew and trust me it wasn’t alright. I wanted my crazy-real self to come out and force out the truth just like when we had our normal fights. But, no, the matters of the heart were concerned and this made my bones maintain an aura of strange calmness. Maybe she missed my Dad. That was probably it. I read her eyes, she was going through a lot and on the average, I was hardly around for her.  It wasn’t that I didn’t have my own moments when I couldn’t hold my tears but the fun always swept me off my feet.
She finally broke the silence. ‘Two days ago, I was in my office and my sec called me that your uncle wanted to see me’
I smiled ‘that’s a good thing. When did he arrive in Nigeria?’
‘No, it’s not’ she said ‘he heard you deferred. He said your father would never have approved.’
My mouth hung wide open. I was speechless. ‘I doubt, daddy knew me more than you did and he would have’
‘Well, Uncle Mark said defensively that he won’t. He said I was nothing but a wife and he was the brother. He said he had a right. He wants to take custody of you’
This time I was forced to laugh. From my brief moments in my foundation law classes before I deferred, it was technically impossible for him to take me, not that this overprotective mother of mine would have. ‘It’s impossible’
‘I’ve my called my Lawyer. It is. Uncle is ready for a fight that I am not ready for’ she said
‘So wait, you’re saying you would just allow him to take me to the states to use me as he wishes.’ I was astounded; my smile vanished into thin air. I could have strangled her there and then. I was so angry. My eyes widened the way they always did when I was angry. I felt my muscle contract and my heart beat, anomaly.
She placed cold hands on my cheeks and I pushed them away not too fast but angrily ‘I love you candy’ she said ‘but since your father left, your life has been more of a social outburst.’
I kept silent this time. She wanted to blame me now, right?
She continued ‘you partied, drank-I mean not that I don’t want you to have fun but you were too on the wild side. And I was busy nursing my own wound to pay too much attention on you.’ She sighed ‘you’re not leaving, we’ll fight this. But, they’re going to use that against me’
‘We’ll fight it? It doesn’t seem likely because from what I’ve heard, you’re only interested in replacing me!’
‘You heard my conversation’ she asked bluntly
‘Yeah.  It was loud enough in my room. I didn’t have to eavesdrop’ I lied ‘I know you hate me but really mum this is the height I don’t care about the in-laws, I don’t care that I hate kids but you’re replacing me, can you hear how that sounds? Mum really, you need to pick up the pieces of your life. He’s gone, he’s gone’ I screamed and stood. My hands played with the air in gesticulation as I spoke. Finally they came to rest on my hips.
‘You should go’ mum concluded eying me. She was so frank and I knew she didn’t mean it but my statements had raised her temper.
‘I hate you’
                                                                                          ****
I ran to my room, my eyes filled tears. I missed my dad. I wanted him back. Why did he have to leave? If he hadn’t none of this would be happening. I loved my mum and she loved me but she couldn’t just give me away. My life was too miserable to be called a life.
I remembered being a child and my dad and I would go to park and swing. He’d read stories to me at night and make me feel like an angel. He brought me the best of gifts and brought breakfast to me in bed.
I wasn’t spoilt, he still disciplined me, we still had our fights but in the end it worked out.
I wish he’d just come back. I wish could reverse times hand. I put on my stereos to the loudest and in anger, banged my head against the wall thrice. I felt dizzy and funny inside. I prayed for death to come. It would be a union of father and child at that. It held a more promising place far away from the harsh realities of the world. If only I’d just die. ‘God take my life’ I screamed.
I tried talking about it with Anjola but she didn’t take sides with me. Neither did Tobi. I was angry, why would they tell me ‘love wanted the best for me?’ obviously the only thing my mum wanted for me if she truly loved me was to rot in Yankee. I hissed and rubbed my head. It was hurting as well as aching me. I thought that would be death come true, then my mother walked in. she switched off the stereos and I wanted to shoot her. I wanted us to fight but she was smiling. She even ignored the fact that my room was a junkyard.
‘Go away’ I prayed to God for her to leave. I knew the longer she stayed the more likely for me to vex and say worse and I didn’t want that. She smiled ‘I love you’
‘Yeah I know how these conversations go, I don’t want to have it, so, apology accepted. You can leave now; I’ll start packing my things’
She smiled ‘Modupe, I’m your mother and I love you’ she said ‘your dads gone now, I can’t bring him back, I don’t know if you can. But, we are a family and we’re going to stick together’ she said smoothening my long lustrous brown hair which hadn’t been taken care of this morning. ‘No one is going to take you from me. You’re the only one I have. Sometimes, I feel lonely when you’re out but you’re right, I’ll pick up the pieces of my life if you do the same and realize he left because God called him’
I nodded and hugged her ‘I love you mum’
‘The feeling’s mutual’ she said
When she left me, I wasn’t still happy. This argument and heightened tension had me realize my life was devoid of a father and I wanted to know why he left. Why exactly.

We all said nothing

I Can list a number of games we played as kids; ring around the rosy at three and five, ‘catcher’ at six and eight, ‘tinko’ at eight and ten, and because of no female companion, ‘ten-ten’ at ten and twelve. By the time I was thirteen we were doing video games mostly via the game machines uncle mark bought for us. I was even a pro soccer player. When I turned fourteen and you, 16, there seemed to be a bridge between us. At first I assumed it was because of the numerous books we both had to read or the number of increasing hours we spent at lesson but even on the weekends, you seemed to be reserved and cold. I thought I’d done something wrong when you preferred watching Mtv over hanging out with me. Mum suggested you were growing up and suggested I did the same. She gave me a make-up bag and jewelry box that I angrily put away. I’d been spending so much time with you to realize who I was at the moment.
I sat down quiet with you for sometimes, hours while you just watched the latest sitcom. I was almost worried but I didn’t say a thing to you. Then I thought it was a deliberate action to avoid me when you started bringing the boys from your soccer team home. Whilst mummy gave you guys orange juice or kool-aid, I would just stand in the corner, almost invisible and then you’d mention my name and my eyes would brighten but then you’d just tell me to excuse you and your friends.
When I noticed it seemed like you didn’t want me around anymore, I decided not to follow you and mum that summer to South Africa and stayed Aunt Maries house. I figured, my absence would make you most delighted. Well I figured it did because when you and mummy got back, all your pictures where happy and colorful. It made me so sad inside. You told me all about it and as glad as I was to be talking to you, hours ending, watching you smile, I was still sad.
Then you turned seventeen and your outings were much more frequent. Then the girls started coming. Different almost every day. I was jealous and at the same time worried. You two would spend hours chitchatting about your a-level classes and stuff a year ten student didn’t have to know about just yet. Time flew and I gave up. I blossomed as a young girl and you seemed to be overprotective about me-not that I even cared about you that much anymore. Anytime I had male friends home, you flew into tantrums and sent them away. It was even worse when I was admitted into York University, Canada, same university as you.
Then you finished went back to Nigeria to start youth service. I was practically glad and funny how, that period coincided with the time I and Yomi; your best friend started dating. You were too mad when you heard but you didn’t do anything about it. that Christmas, back at home, I saw you with a close friend of mine, Tami, it was a blow on my face until I realized it was only a way for you to get me mad and then find and use the same excuse I was going to use to make you dump Tami, to make me dump Yomi. Well, you didn’t get what you wanted and that Christmas, mum kept wondering what was wrong with us both.
In the summer of 2005, I was through with university and mummy couldn’t come for my graduation but you did. When we got back to Nigeria, we were shocked as hell. Dad who’d left us all this years was back-but not for good. He was sick. He’d die soon.
I thought the love of taking care of a loved one would make us come back together but you still maintained your distance. I didn’t know why you treated daddy cold. I didn’t understand and even after he died, even five years later, both of us now having separate lives, married, I didn’t still know why you treated daddy cold or why on his deathbed, you said you forgave him for a sin I didn’t know about or why we hardly spoke to each other without arguing.



                                                                           ****
I remember making you smile when you were but a child. you smiled anytime I touched you even though mummy didn’t like that I was disturbing your nap. I used to make little drawings of both of us when I was in kindergarten and stick them in you room. I remember the maid used to give me a minimum of twenty minutes to play with you. I taught you tons of nursery rhymes before your first day in nursery school. I told you 1+1 was 3 and you couldn’t spell your name without my name. I taught you poems and scared you often with my bat man mask. At the park we scattered the bird feed and ran away to the mummy.
Good times.
But my life changed.  It wasn’t anyone’s fault; it was my eyes that caused me pain. The driver dropped me home early one day when I was fifteen. I wasn’t feeling well, I just wanted sleep and tp finish up some notes and text you to buy me something from Mr. Biggs on your way home. But, when I got to the waiting room, I saw, bags that were tagged F.D. dad’s initials. My heart was beating hurriedly. ‘my daddy was back home, just for me and you!’
I was excited.
I remembered why he left. He and mum had been having troubles. He left the day she slapped him. I was only three but I do remember peeping through the curtain at them. I had cried when I saw him leaving. I pleaded with him not to go. I remember shouting ‘daddy don’t go, don’t go—’ I was three and he left without looking back at me.
And now, he was back for me! I was excited until I walked into the crimson colored sitting room and found it was just the maid and her boyfriend making out on my dad’s favorite chair-which at that time had become my own sofa.
In disgust, I threw a cushion at them, and when she moved her head, I saw it was dad. I could have died that moment. I wanted to, trust me. I screamed until it was all black then, I remember waking up and telling him to go away from me. He calmed me down and told me it was just making out. No big deal. I remember exactly how the conversation played out.
‘Feyi, really what’s the matter?’ he was smiling ‘is it not just two people making love-’ he was quite sardonic but his word didn’t placate me.
‘daddy, you stooped so low to doing a maid and you’re telling me it was just two people making love?’
‘Whatever jare. How are you?’
‘I’m not fine.’ I said. I hadn’t seen this man in twelve years and had only spoken to him occasionally on the phone and it seemed ok to him that this was the way I saw him again? I was shocked. ‘I think what I want to know first is why you left all those years?’
I had never summoned the courage to ask mum since she seemed so happy and, talking about him made tears fill her eyes.
 He sighed, his eyes were sad. He hesitated, he didn’t want to tell me. ‘Your mother was cheating on me. I found out and had to leave. I wont have left if Sayo wasn’t the daughter of the man she was sleeping with’
That shocked me so badly I wanted to cry. ‘what? That’s insane? A lie!’ I roared ‘we look so much alike-’
‘convince yourself all you want but Sayo knows and has been secretly visiting her father. Your mum and her father have put her under a oath not to tell’ He said and tapped my hand. As matter-of-factly as he sounded, his voice still had a trace of untruth and insanity. Yet, I believed every word of it.
Those words really hurt me. I wanted to ask you about it but father said you would never tell. I kept the secret to myself. I still loved you and protected you even from the unknown until the Christmas of 2003.




                                                                        ****
I was happy. My world and everything about me was beautiful; my kids, my job, my home, God. I was satisfied, I couldn’t ask for anything more but my mother kept calling and telling me some secrets couldn’t be hidden forever. I was so sure Feyi and Sayo wouldn’t find out under any circumstance until Feyi came to me. It was Christmas; I wasn’t going to spoil it for anyone. But Feyi was persistent. He just wanted to know everything and I wasn’t sure about what he already knew and what he didn’t know. He was 21, I couldn’t lie to him. So, I guess, he was old enough to know certain truths.
So I sat you down on the patio while Sayo was in the kitchen making a dozen pancakes for the rest of the family yet to arrive. I figured I’d also have to tell her the truth sooner than later.
The question before us was why did their father leave and my answer was. ‘He was cheating on me’
Feyi kept quiet. I watched his aura change ‘you’re lying mum?’
‘no. he was cheating on me with his secretary, the maid, a cleaner, his boss, his client everyone-he wasn’t the man I married.’
‘yeah you’re lying’ he said quietly.
‘well that’s not all’
‘well, when do you plan telling me Sayo is my half-sister?’
‘she is your sister. He is the father’
‘then why did father deny it and say that she wasn’t and that you were the one cheating?’
‘he lied.’ I said figuring it was difficult in the way I didn’t plan. ‘Sayo came at the time when money was a problem for your father and i. your father insisted in abortion. I couldn’t do it but he persisted. So I went to my doctor. He told me I couldn’t. the doctor promised to see me through birth and afterwards no charge and I was excited but your father thought I was cheating and generally insinuated that doctor Macaulay must be the father of the baby for the doctors say to count more than his say. And, on the other hand, your father was sleeping with his boss and a lot of other people for money. Word got out and I was ashamed. So, I just told people that Sayo wasn’t his daughter that we were on the verge of a divorce.’
So, at the time the cat was out of the bag and Feyi was certain that Sayo was his sister, we all moved on with our life. Then summer, 2005 came and I was supposed to be in Italy opening a new branch of my eatery but your father had walked in the same way he walked out. He was Hiv positive. I didn’t know what to do. In his eyes, I saw the man I married. All he needed was some love and I couldn’t believe after 24 years, I loved him. I took care of him and tried to put my two kids off and practically any other person-but I didn’t know till when. Then Sayo and Feyi walked in arguing as usual. Now, that I understood the problem and thought that I had solved it, I was shocked about the fights and arguments. I talked to you to end it but Feyi, you’ve always been a tidbit too stubborn. You didn’t forgive your father either and Sayo was confused. She wanted to call my mother-any relative to explain things but I was too confused that I just let the situation unwind by itself and as it unwound, no secret was revealed.
Sayo was still in the dark.
Well that’s until now.
I’m sick.  I need help.

                                                                       

                                                     **** (Omnipresent narrator.)
They strolled through the snow casually. Not one word had been said through the car ride and the ice was breaking. ‘uhm, how are the kids?’ she asked almost indifferently.
He shrugged. ‘fine I guess. Yours?’
‘very good’ she said with a  smile. ‘jessica draws pictures for her baby brother’
He nodded with a smile ‘Lola is pregnant-she is beautiful’
 ‘oh, its an her?’
‘Yeah, lucky us right’
She nodded ‘our kids would have the childhood we had’
He smile and intertwined his fingers in her finger. She smiled turning red. He looked at her palm and started making circles on them and she started giggling ‘round around the garden, like a teddy bear, one step, two step, tickle you underneath’ they laughed so hard they fell into a pile of snow.
‘oh my.’ She said putting her hat on her head ‘I haven’t laughed this much in forever!’
‘yeah since-’
‘since I was fourteen’
There was a momentarily awkward silence. And they both broke the ice into tiny invisible pieces as they dusted the snow off their body and spoke at the same time.
‘I’m sorry’ Feyi said
‘what happened to us’ Sayo asked. they both stared at each other, the brotherly love blooming in their eyes.
‘you’re just a weirdo’ Sayo said moving her eyes hastily away.
‘why should this be awkward?’ he said ‘we used to play the starring game a lot and I used to win.’
‘don’t act like a liar, you know I used to win.’
‘liar, liar, pants on fire’ he screamed heartily ‘lets play and see who is the liar.’
‘we should get going. Mummy is waiting for us?’
‘mama bonboy can keep her company’ he said starring at her mildly
‘you are just weird and razz too’ she said and starred into his eyes.
They stood there for about five minutes not minding the numerous people passing them. Then, he looked away. ‘aargh, you made me blink, I want a rematch.’
‘re what?’ she said and pulled him along. ‘I know eveerything’ she said
‘you do’ he asked even though he felt he wasn’t supposed to know what she spoke of. He was too sure it was he had in mind.
She nodded ‘I overhead you guys during thanksgivivng.’ She said ‘I should have been told something. But I don’t hold it against any of you. I just want to know why you still kept your distance and kept fighting with me and scaring off all my boyfriends.’
‘well, I love you that’s why, you’re by kid sister I have the right to harass you, pick on you and annoy you.’
‘right and I don’t have the right to?’                                                             
‘well,-uhm, mummy’s waiting for us’ he said and raced off.
They entered the hospital and before they could be led to the ward, it was announced that she’d died just about four minutes ago. It hurt so much they couldn’t say anything but ask what had been wrong with her. ‘nothing more than the usual.’ The doctor said ‘she had the virus. About six years now.’
It hurt that she hadn’t told them but then, wasn’t that like everything in their family. No communication.