http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kanyinsola101 The original writings of author Master K-tops en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776032247 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Poetic Aspirin to an Aching Soul        Has grief ever choked youand made you an island of despair,crushed your bones to powderand snuffed you out with the stenchof your own miserly misery? Have you ever weptin the silent so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kanyinsola101/1792615/ The boy that bought you flowers yesterdaynow carries your father's head in his bloody handsmuttering the prayers of hallowed purgerywhile you run towards the darkness,towards a silhouette of an imagined abodewhere your soul will find shelter.But you are not fast enough, are you?a bul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kanyinsola101/1692653/ Reminiscing on the idea of the single story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kanyinsola101/1692650/ Bear with me,when my tired bones refuseto dance to the youthful tune of restless rage,when age leaves me cagedin deathly glass-transparent prisons reaching out for life, for vigour,for a kindling fire.Father, never forget this,for when you are born,I will hold you in my arms,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kanyinsola101/1666900/ The talkative scars on Grand pa's facerap on even in the night when blankets become seductresses and my ears write letters of fatigue.When he gives his broken smile,the noise makes my eyes sweatwithout a soul of handkerchiefto wipe off the watery waste of agony.I wonder if he had.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kanyinsola101/1666899/ Let me tell you something:a few years from now,you will wake up to findthe sun's claws digging deep beneath the volatile beauty of your skin,water will flood your roomand fill it up so only your eyes could breathe.The rain will sing dirgeswith sorrowful muffled tonesand your ears.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kanyinsola101/1666897/ I hate French,Too many wasted letters therein,I detest EnglishToo many borrowed words it has,Oh! I loathe Chinese too,It is Greek to me!Let Yoruba not reach the doorstep of my mouth,Too many words with various sounds.The only language I cherishIs the language of our love,The la.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kanyinsola101/1666509/ I search for youbetween lyrics of songsengraved into the memories of every lovelorn heartby fires of loneliness.I search for youin the darkness of moonless nightswhere I see nothingbut the colour of your anonymous love,where I hear nothingbut the sound of your amorous voice... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kanyinsola101/1666504/ IN THIS TOWNYesterday was just like every other day,The bombs sang, And body parts spread far apart to give room to danceOur sisters' twin legs were surgically separated By biological rifles of aphrodisiac butchersOur houses and things went to heaven,Yes they went to heaven,Holy fire.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kanyinsola101/1658436/ They call me blackbut the leathery coat of my fleshis a marriage of hazelnut brown and holy good-natured resilience,my teeth is a bodily incarnate of the cloudsand my tongue is blood-red fire.They call me monkey,so I guess the mirror lieswhen it speaks of my beautyand perhaps my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kanyinsola101/1658425/ Have you eaten Awero's pounded yam?it is a scrumptious finger-licking action,as each morsel dances around in platesof egusi soup and calms the restlenessof watering lustful mouths.When you hear the mortar and pestlemurderously conspiring to crush the yam's bonesin her small smokey ki.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kanyinsola101/1653249/ These words will protect uswhen the children of doom appear at our doorstepwith message from Iku on moonless nights of peril.These words will protect uswhen journeying missilestell tales of hastened mortalityon serene battlefields. These words will protect uswhen neighbours t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kanyinsola101/1653247/ Apostles of death walking among the living,Enemies of wisdom lording over the wiseFaithless touts burning souls for what they believe inWith every passing moon, evil is on the rise. Streets tarred with laughter and honest toilHave been reforged with fire and sorrowInnocence swims benea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kanyinsola101/1653246/ She learnt about lovefrom the markings on her mother's bodyand wails of agony that escaped weary lipson nights when her father returned with staggering legsand fermented breath. She learnt about loveon tense family dinner tableswhere the clangings of forks and platesfilled the void.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kanyinsola101/1652974/ My love is a leash-less houndWhose bark is a ceaseless soundWith a seamless boundIt screams for the world to hear.I love in lush fashionAnd kiss with too much passionI embrace with too much actionI just can't tone it downThe fire of my eager love burnsAshes...my bed is made of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kanyinsola101/1652972/ My skin is a conference of yellow, black, white and red patches,so tell me,how can I be racist?My face isa full map of nationsand hideous cities,thickened into flesh byrude fires,and you wonder how Iknow my geography. My body is thinly stretchedand tells graphic stori.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kanyinsola101/1634925/ I see three tiny little godsdancing on the tip of my thumbto the songs of luminiscent leaves.I see cow heads floating aroundin sacred gardens of punctual lovewith colourless showers of bloodpouring down from the cloudless skies.I hear three-toothed cats barkingon flaming chariots.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kanyinsola101/1634908/ My voice is high and angelicThe world hears my song and smilesI heal lovesick ears with musicAnd cement joy with rainbow tilesI sing soprano.My tune is harmless and smoothThe words are direct tooIt could have no lighter moodAnd it's soothing to youI sing soprano.Never will yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kanyinsola101/1629710/ am proud of this landNever will you hear me sayThat I hate the duds in commandAnd let it be known todayListen very carefullyTo these careless words.Only fools rule in our land -A big lie!There is wisdom in our seats of power -A known fact!The truth cannot be hidden foreverLe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kanyinsola101/1629704/ Faceless!That is the unceremonious name ofthe unsung heroes of our nation,whose memories will never be keptin praise chants or history books,but on the altars of anonymous worship.Faceless!That is what we call the unknown soldierswho bravely dare the god of deathand are plunged i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kanyinsola101/1629699/ Jade wakes up to the sound of his phone ringing. He is a heavy sleeper and it is unusual for him to be woken by any sound when he sleeps, not even when his former house was on fire years back and neighbours were running helter-skelter did he rise from his deep slumber. Now, he searches the entire ro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kanyinsola101/1625814/ John Gusto woke up with a heart completely disenchanted with his life in the village. What used to be his meaning of the world had now shrunk to a minuscule dot which he was trapped in, momentarily. The village, with its mud-houses with brown roofs arranged in modest fashion and eroded pot-holed roa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kanyinsola101/1624817/ One day, poetry will rule the worldAnd build a palace with the bricks of nouns,It will make servants of supple verbsAnd command an army of fearless idiomsWith piercing swords of rebellious wordsIt shall bleed falsehood dry and expose truthIn literary battlefields of glorious conquests... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kanyinsola101/1614290/ One of these days, you will wake up to find your wife absent from her side of the bed. You will check the kitchen and the toilet - the only other rooms in the apartment. Her clothes are will not be in the cupboard. Her ghana-must-go bag will have disappeared. She will have taken the children with he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kanyinsola101/1613473/ Don't tell me about sadness orTorn dejected hearts,Don't lecture me on howIt feels to be scared allYour life,I know what it means to feelGuilty of the blood that flows in your veinsOr the undeserved beating of your heart,For if misery were a bookFeel free to call me a scholar.I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kanyinsola101/1590540/ IMAGINE A WORLDImagine the world without poetryAs a tool to express deep human emotions,Imagine the globe with no historyWhich immortalises all of man's actions,Imagine the Earth void of dramaTo reflect life's joy and trauma.Imagine the whole cosmos with no musicTo sing the tune of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kanyinsola101/1590099/ We were the wild kids of untamed heartsOur souls of rebellion lit up with blazing rageLike a weird love story, we played our partsYou and I eloped while cheered on by the teen ageFamily and friends tried to keep us downBut this romantic affair shook the town.Drenched in the blind spiri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kanyinsola101/1577478/ It was a cold haunting silenceThat made the wind and sound still,Burnt at the altar of incense,We pleaded for our last mealBut you hid well beneath the shadowsWhile we were pierced by hateful arrows.The beast in man chased us down the streetAnd made us rue our births,They lynched.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kanyinsola101/1532288/           who killed the drummer-boy?          why is the land caged in airy silence?          why has the mocking beat stopped?    &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kanyinsola101/1510411/ "Not everybody lives" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kanyinsola101/1510389/ My heart jumpsWhen I see people dancingI want to throw off my sorrowful shoesAnd join the dance of gleeTill my soul forgets its woesAnd all the world's joy comes to meMy heart jumpsWhen I see people dancingIt makes my feet twitchAnd my nerves vibrate for a momentMy spirit b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kanyinsola101/1508973/ WHAT GANDHI TAUGHT MEA perilous world in the face of death,A giant globe drawing its final breath,Blinded by conceit, it spirals towards hell,With all gone, there is no story left to tell,Lust for power adorns their savage thrones,And the urge to kill and burn fills their bones,In a ve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kanyinsola101/1501823/ THE NEW BOURGEOISIEThey are the capitalist-kings of the economyThe one percent of the one percentTheir eccentric lifestyle is a piece of comedyIn our moral health they put a dentThey charge sky-high prices for cheap thingsAnd force us to pay with our soulsWith their designer skin and b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kanyinsola101/1499488/ Amaka spent the entire night packing her finest clothes and shoes into her mother's Ghana-must-go bag. 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