From a Starved Sole:

Wish I could tear myself apart,
And maybe pave a rosy path,
Just to make way to your heart,
To make you mine and call you sweetheart,
Holding you tight and saved in my cart,
For you to be my work of art,
Pleasing you with my platter of tart,
While we dance to songs by Mozart.

My soul lungs for you,
You leave me breathless,
I won’t mind being your beauty fool,
‘Cause right now, and here,
You are all that make sense.
Let my beauty draw your heart,
Together, we could be fine art

My feelings bottled up,
Threaten to crack up like broken chords,
Yet to be stringed,
Only to be harmonized by you and I.

All I’m saying is for you,
To dim me feat for your love,
Heed to my pleas and not my piss,
Take me to your soul and make me the sole,
The only sole heir to your peace.

Victory in Fear

In the middle of nowhere,
Not even of the east,
Overwhelmed with a sense of loss,
Despite always wanting this,
I never anticipated the challenges it brings along,
Intertwined like a kernel enclosed in its cloves,

My instinct made a U-turn,
In a bid to hurriedly turn back,
Back to where I came.
But my dreams won’t allow me,
My brain triggered me,
The thoughts that want to become realities,
The ideas fighting to be physical,
All made a block on my way back,
Then I had no choice but to move forward.

Looking back became a taboo,
Else I’d become Lot’s wife.
Going back is a NO,
For the thought of living in past glories,
Without conquering new fears,
Seeing myself as a yesteryear warrior-
That is the last I’d want for myself

Then I took my sword and arrow,
My loins and gird,
Like a soldier set for the war front,
Ready to conquer my enemies.

The fears came,
I got overwhelmed,
Self-doubt set in,
Challenges made me fidget,
But even Alexander the Great wasn’t born a warrior.

No champion is made by quitting,
I go again and again,
No matter how many times I fail.

These became my anchor,
The guiding light to my feet,
Geared and made me fit,
And just when I thought a finger I couldn’t lift,
I bore it all and made it a new feat!

Strengthened by my weakness,
My fear became my courage.

Misery in Joy

“congratulations” they say,
“Bundle of joy” we call it…

O the sounds we hear at the arrival of a new born!
Shouts of joy and rejoicing,
For the day a child is born signals happiness.
It’s a day filled with laughter and cacklings,
Like the sounds of men seated in a beer parlor.

A new beginning,
Joy here and there
For with new birth comes the opening of heavens,
It’s a bright moment, just like the rising of the sun.

Rejoice, o world, we say!
A gift is given, a bundle of joy delivered.
A gift? Yes, one wrapped in heaven, unwrapped on earth to be delivered back again to heaven.
A gift given by creation to be snatched by nature.
One with doom registered for the future-
The coming that leads to a compulsory departure,
We celebrate life and ignore the death in the picture.

The day a child is born,
It’s one of an impending sadness,
A disaster waiting to occur,
For it signals a compulsory leave,
What is given now is bound to be snatched,
No bargains, no say!

The difference is time,
The tick marking the tock talks of the end,
A minute here, hour there, months of works and accomplished years,
All lead to a second of demise,
We came to go,
Live to leave
We exist to exit.

It’s never a forever deal here,
The joy signals sadness.

Live While You Are Alive

Live while you are alive!

Never wait for a better moment,
There might never be any.
For this is the best time,
To enjoy the droplets,
While anticipating the mighty ocean.
Savor the steps to greatness.

Waiting for a better future?
It never comes.
Because when you get your desires,
It goes with the wind to become history,
As the days slip by, it degenerates into good,
Then you need a new better for a wind of change.

Wants are insatiable!
Relish what you have,
Don’t just keep chasing,
Take a break to relax.
Soak yourself in the beauty of the present,
Create your happiness out of it.

While chasing the “ideal future”,
Live in the moment,
Enjoy life as it comes,
Nothing ever satisfies except you make it,
Don’t wait till you have no choice,
Than to accept death as the only satisfying end.

Live while you are alive!

My Grieve

My heart feels so tight,
My breathe seems constricted,
Not of cardiac arrest,
But the despair of your absence is restricting my airflows .

I feel so bereaved,
No strength, no vibes,
All is lost, but your absence made it worst,
I lie low in my agony!

Why now, why not later?
You left even without a goodbye?
Tell me, how do I cope?

Your loss made me lost,
Left me messed up mentally, deranged physically.
I’m as dead as the anatomist handwork,
Nothing left, just the carcass.

I walk around like a shadow,
Looking for where to find solace,
Definitely not in my sleep, for that only give me haunting dreams.

Don’t make me a zombie or a walking dead,
Bring an end to my misery,
For this anguish is too much to bear!

Make my grief come to an end,
For what is life without you?

Make me find you, yet again!

Longing Desire

If Bambi could rewrite story,
I’ll prefer a reincarnation for Romeo,
Rising in his shining armor of Shakespeare’s glory,
And at the expense of cupid’s ratio.

But if the story could not be rewritten
An amendment can be made
To that of love that can’t be bitten
Just with the foundation perfectly laid.

Then, I’ll wreck titanic to make eagle swim,
I’ll wine and dine with a troll on exile just to win.
I’ll savor the the meal prepared by death, and
To it’s sting I’ll place my sacrifice of fate,
For this story must end not on a wrong fate.

A cluster of wishes tabled before the creator,
But the gods even wishes to be with the bigger G,
These burning, longing desires should be fed to
The aesthetics of acceptance and contentment.

*(A duet written by 👑King Justice⚖ & Bambiwrites)*

Body Shaming

At the verge of mental disorder and depression,
With no esteem left but shames, hatred and self-rejection,
All I can do is put the blames on the one in charge of creation.
Yes, He is the cause of my perdition!

Why create me just straight with no physical attributes as well?
Why make me an albino, despised and discriminated against by all?

Oh, look at Debbie, she has the right skin tone with figure eight and nothing to hate,
Just a sneak peek at Ajoke, you’d see her glows and physical embodiments from far off
Yet, all I have to myself is a dashboard ass and lime shaped breast, with a skin color that is displeasing to the eyes.

I became a joke to all, an object of ridicule to friends while they paint it with care,
I did not want to come out sensitive, so I laughed it off,
But every laughter washed away my self-esteem.
The words I hear daily broke me, I hated myself for coming to the world this way.

The words, the jokes, the shames and diss left my guts daunted,
I became a sore to my own very eyes, as a look at the mirror left me haunted,
Yet, I’d rather keep mute than talk and be taunted.

Daily I got broken and shamed on what I have no control over,
Till I was on the verge of death and learnt to love myself,
Accept my qualities and uniqueness,
Yes, I have no curves and melanin in me, but I’m a spec to my taste.

Every shape, height and colors are a unique feature,
My peculiarities are my royalties,
I’ve learnt to carry my body with pride,
Your attempts to shame are now seen as words of envy.

My Vows

These are beyond letters or words,
They are beyond the things you hear,
This is what I want to live my life to express.

My vows to you are not of convenience,
But from the deep parts of me that could struggle,
Believe me with all your conscience,
For this I know I want to live for, the very course I want to see through.

While I breathe and I’m alive,
To please you is my desire, to honour you is my will,
To hold is my comfort, to cherish is my plight,
It is you I commit my existence to please.

This is not about your shape or face,
It goes beyond the jingling beads on your waist,
I won’t focus on them and let your heart go to waste,
For that is my beauty space

Forget the words, forget the rhymes
Forget the lullabies, think not of the rhythms,
As for the song, ignore the beats,
Focus on every meaning and my intention behind this.

My vows to you are not mere words,
They are chosen after checking the pros and cons,
And I’m convinced it’s you I’m made for,
It’s you I want, no more, no less!


It’s with confidence,
That I hope for the future,
Not for present realities,
But optimistic expectations.

For I watch positively,
I prepare vigorously,
Strategizing with ultimate competency,
I expect the best affirmatively.

I seek, I find, I execute,
All my winning strategies,
Nothing lays me back,
For my fears are now behind me.

Each day with a new hope,
Taking me out of my hole,
To make my being and soul,
Prepared for a greater tomorrow.

My hope is strong,
My expectation is high,
My dream is fulfilled,
My future is bright.


Death, they say is when your soul departs,
But let’s tweak that a little ,
To know what death really is.

Death is not the departure of a soul,
Nor an eternal slumber,
No, it’s not the forever goodbyes,
That warrant tears at the graveside.

Death is what happens while you live,
When the breathe is still there,
With The sight still spot on,
And the ears tickles.

Death is a life with no purpose,
No headways, No directions,
No aims, no ambitions,
Master of none, Jack of all,
Yet, no desired liberation.

Death is more than an eternal sleep,
It starts from the ones that live,
And worse from the hale,
For a resting soul is better than a living dead.