Toyin – An Epitaph

There is an age When quite late in the day The shadows lengthen prodigiously And the fever of life is abated By the loss of appetites. Then death, suffered by friends Or even acquaintances of long-standing Is just a riddle, a sharp reminder Of rampant mortality A well-worn riddle forever Nagging at the sub-conscious Powerful … More Toyin – An Epitaph


When Mother walks her hands plant themselves grudgingly on her waist, a smile adorning her face while her eyes tell tales of sorrow. When Mother talks, her lips engage in a timeless dance of passion coming and moving apart in a want for need. Her words become peacocks but her voice the colour of weeping … More Godhead