Olúwafèyíṣarámi

The seasons for conversations Av long wanned. The beauty of friendship now sour And the intelligence of shared words Diffused to tears. U've changed Or maybe i live in a fool's world Unstable, u keep blowing hot and cold A clear indicator of the falsehood of our four years Your dream, my reality? both av become one broken twist. And its too late to wish Too late to gather even the crumbs left for dogs. Too far gone to seduce a lie Too far a memory to conjure. And yet all d inbetweeners remain... it is all gone; over; dead As whispers in the wind.

I believe in kisses. They always have a story to tell; Taste defines a kiss. Your buds respond to each kiss As a reflection of the depth anticipated Ever before the first intimate encounter. I believe in kisses. They always have a story to tell; They always have a story to tell; Every kiss means something Some just mean more than others.

WHEN YOU SLEEP You are some times distant Like the MTN Marathon Far at the beginning But close in the end You stay entwined In the thick bush of your hair At unexpected seasons you flip And fly with the flock of birds Your mouth is speaking The gospel in Psalms And secrets in Revelations Your eyes hide a pirate chest of words Tucked safely in the deep waters of your being But when you sleep . . . Everything ceases to be The race is tortoise The forest is bare The birds at nest The coast is clear.  KM Quadri

new!!! Present day Akinola and Dele were in Dele’s car- blasting the stereo with the windows tightly wound up, showing that the air-conditioner was on- on their way to school. They drove into the school compound and the car was just going round the bend to the car park when Akinola caught sight of Susan, walking with her head bowed as usual. She looked deep in thought.       Once the car was properly parked, akin leapt out, said his goodbyes and went after Susan.  Dele had a good laugh at his friend as he watched him leave. “He is learning faster than I thought.” He thought chuckling to himself.      Akin caught sight of Susan just around a bend, walking with her head bowed. He ran. He was by her side in a matter of minutes. "hi." he said trying to catch his breath and holding her left elbow at the same time to slow her pace down a notch. Unfortunately, that action only managed to startle her out of her wits....

clothed in every shade of color and adorned in only the wrappers befitting to a bride every style, every texture, every hue to wring out the perfection in you... ... but our hands now, are tied; you are best left naked; untouched; and in jail, untried; as a stillborn, your birth never saw the light of day. dead; on that tearful sunny day three years ago. phabrique.

... the barren black desert spread wide before me the ocean of sand swallows me in its expanse,i squint yet i still am, the barren. let those who see spread their hem to hang me on, till i conceive a lamp for my stand. give me water in the desert; as u have done before, so let mine be let the barren be with child give me a lamp for my stand. phabrique.  

It is not a game Nor a fluke It is called symbiosis The entwinement of our spirits Lost in the peculiarity of our being Which we must die to what we own And live in the ordinary Just to be accepted by walking eyes And talking ears. phabrique.