Poetry
Of a Friday Night in Lagos, a Gay Man, His Lover and Afrobeat
Of the seven deadliest sins in my country A man loving another man is the first three. It’s Friday in Lagos meaning it’s the unholy cocktail traffic, TGIF, Friday
ODE TO THE D
How can I ever survive without you With the thrilling, euphoric and exciting sight Of your magnificent being Each time I unzip the trouser and whip you out. Your
KITO DIARIES PRIZE FOR WRITING: IN PRAISE OF OPEN DOORS
In memory of Akin, beaten to death on 17th of February, 2016 for being homosexual At the end of my suffering, there was a door. ─ Louis Glück.
KITO DIARIES PRIZE FOR WRITING: THE DEMONS YOU NAME
Light a candle for the dreams broken On the heavy brow of a judgmental society. Say a prayer for the souls disembodied In the toxic haze of social uniformity.
FORBIDDEN LOVE
May I taste your lips? Will you let me approach? Will you let me touch you? Do you even see me? Someone who wants to host you For the
My First Love
He is big boned, tender and full of life, jiggling away in the rain He smiles, plump cheeks, full lips His smile showing teeth as brilliant as the snow in
Colour Me With The Feelings Of Your Heart
Can you hear the sound of my heart? The words I whisper to you are true — in my small life, you are a gift. My heart escalates at the
Sunshine
You came into my life like a mustard seed You grew each passing day You radiate so much happiness that is contagious You glow greatness like a dazzling diamond
The Trapped Butterfly
I’m like a butterfly Still at its larval stage Looking for a perfect Condition for metamorphosis And when I do transform I stay confined My wings unable to take me
The Thirst
The soul is lonely, longing for a companion The heart is weary, craving a dear Words fail me Who can be told? Isn’t love a beautiful thing Or the
