haphazard yarns

Little Equiano, boy of discord played trick on teachers at boards set up pins for the master to sit and sprays of sand for the eyes of little boys Little Equiano,a truant was he kept on searching and hunting for bees that he would unleash on the school yard keeper just to watch him run like the clappers Little Equiano got bitten at the hive which almost cost him his life promised mum never to be rude and haughty but came back to school so showy and haughty Little Equiano formed pirates at school and they bullied little boys like bulls but when arithmetic was marked that trimester Equiano and friends couldn't help scoring the dreaded cipher

Like a depraved woman of the street she comes at night Though sometimes she may come in the day She cajoles, she beckons Making you abandon your projects To go to bed with her You succumb, you have no will power to overcome her lusty flirtations All night you lie with her responding to her gentle ministrations But come daylight, she's gone leaving you high, dry and looking harried You fret, you fume But she's somewhere regarding you, a smug smile on her lips 'Cos she knows that come tonight You'll crave for her once again

Jagged peaks , craters venting volcanic ash Stumps and logs scattered everywhere Representing what had once been magnificent trees Rubbles, both and new Remains of what had once been a civilization Wait a second! Is that a man I see? Yes it is! naked as the day he was born A man sits on the rubble of what He had once called home Cheek in hand,thoughts far away To a place, a time, we can neither see nor tell His disposition, depicting disillusionment and melancholy Hush! Don’t try to disturb him; he’s dead to the world And I’m afraid to say, will remain thus forever

I sat down In a valley near a mountain It was sunset, I could hear The chirping of birds returning to their nests To me, the nest was like a lion’s den And I felt I was even a lion But it took me a while Just a little while To discover I was a special bird A bird that lives in a lion’s den A pride, a flock Of distinguished birds Set aside from the rest To be the best

'i wonder, i ponder i wonder and ponder about this little wonder who dwells yonder who makes my heart thunder and i wonder can this little be true i still ponder'

it was a very dark night,i was going home after a long day's work and having failed to catch the last bus i decided to trek(what else could i have done).The only nearest way home was a track that ran through a cemetary and i decided that it was going to be my route home.The intensity of the darkness increased as i negotiated a bend that led into the track.There were flashes of lightening criss-crossing the sky and i computed that it was going to rain-and not lightly too. i was now walking down the track which was paved on both sides with willow trees and it was so dark that you could cut slabs of it with a knife i could only see a few centimetres in front of me- no thanks to the light from an old greasy lantern given to me by my grandfather(it was the only thing i inherited from him, my brother got an old rusty cutlass which was said to have cut down 57 Germans during the first world war, of course he threw it away as soon as the old man died).as i walked through it began to rai...