I Am A Writer

I am a writer.
Sometimes I write about
something or someone.
At other times I write about
everything or everyone.
And then sometimes,
I write about nothing.
Absolutely nothing.

Sometimes I help you.
I guide your mind
and help you figure out
which is which.
or nothing.

At other times,
I let your mind
churn and chew itself out.
Is it about

Like right now.
You don’t know what
this is truly about.

You twist and turn my words
this way and that way
within the ever vibrant
framework of your life experiences.
You seek interpretations.
Sometimes you find them.
At other times you give them.

But be sure,
that whatever you figure out,
be it….
or even nothing.
Whatever you figure out,
is you.

Because I am just a writer.


Oh This Nasty Itch!

Posted: September 19, 2014 in 2014 Postings
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Oh this nasty itch,
far where I cannot reach
wish I were a contortionist,
to twist and turn with ease
and scratch that spot with bliss
till I bleed with relief.

Oh this nasty itch,
frustration expressed, hiss!
I wish you would desist.
Oh away, leave me at peace,
you’re far where I cannot reach
leave me be, stop this grief!

Oh this nasty itch,
niggling and relentless,
teasing and zigzagging.
I grit my teeth with my all,
close my eyes to keep my calm,
nails digging into my palms.
I pat my tresses, and smile
at the handsome dude smiling at me.
Why choose this moment you itch?

Oh this nasty itch,
planted by a witch
between my sweaty balls
right in a crowded hall
I dare not touch that spot
cos all hell will surely burst.

Oh this nasty itch,
this witchy spell’s a bitch
give me a comb, a fork
scarring worries me not.
The crowd keeps staring at me
oh look away i plead.

Oh this nasty itch,
Right in my black butt crack
compelling me to twitch
how to tell the boss
and make him understand
that i need to bail and scratch
I beg plead, save my face.

Oh this nasty itch,
I shudder with un-scratched need,
Tingly slowly all over,
crackling like raging fire.
Eyes darting, I search for escape
finding none, I groan in pain.

Oh this nasty itch,
To dig in and scratch, I wish
with iron sponge, maybe
though I might look a lil crazy
Just begone from me, I pray
and a thank you I will say.

Oh this nasty itch,
twitch, switch and bewitched.
prickly heat you sprout,
sparks of trouble you start.
glitch, sore and gore
what for, i plead to claw
to gnaw into my skin
and uproot the itchy root.
Oh this nasty itch!



TEMTIOPE, Joseph Olanrewaju
Ade-Onojobi ‘Rozon’ ‘Rotimi
Omobolanle Abodunrin
Eniola Johnson



We Believe

Posted: September 5, 2014 in 2014 Postings
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We Believe2

Forged in Frankenstein’s lab,
painfully stitched together
limb by limb from different beings.

An edifice of wonder
by the hands of the Niger and the crown created,
a business deal well struck. Read the rest of this entry »

This is it.
The blue pill
or the red pill.
Before now,
the decision would have been
swift and sweet.
That one pill would be journeying
down my throat already.
But now my matrix has shifted.

So I stare hard at both pills,
praying to both for a clue
on the path to tread,
but they shine blue and red
back at me.
Nah, no clues there.

I look up
and catch the confused image
of me staring back at me
in the round dark shades
that frame morpheus’s eyes.
Any clue?
Maybe a wink?
Or a quivering brow?
Nah, no clue here either.

Up and down.
Left and right.
Front and back.
No clue anywhere.
The only path for me,
now leads within.

What to do?
Embrace the known,
stick to the familiar,
and play it safe?
Swallow the blue pill
and rock not the boat?
take the bold risk,
step into the rabbit hole
and emerge out of the cave
into the sun,
feel the warmth on my face
and hazard a sunburn?
Swallow the red pill
and stir the still quietness
of my world.

Only if I could,
I would swallow you both.
The endless dilemmas
that fate beseech our hearts with
from birth till death.
The unfair setups
to ensure we don’t have it all
at once.

With a trembling hand
I reach out for the pill.
My heart breaks,
yet it is stilled by
the words my soul whispers.
To be or not to be,
like every great man,
I must learn to do epic shit
even with fear nibbling at my guts.

Now I turn to the east and wait
for the heat to hit me
face first.

I remember, therefore I am

Posted: August 22, 2014 in 2014 Postings

We announce our arrival
with a hair splitting wail.
We arrive covered in the
crimson juice of life.
We arrive tabula rasa,
black chalk board or
white marker board,
we arrive unmarked regardless. Read the rest of this entry »

Not Lust

Posted: August 15, 2014 in 2014 Postings
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Photograph © Ayo Akinwande

Photograph © Ayo Akinwande

This is not lust.
No! this is lust
locked in a wet rusty cage.
Fire raging within fortress of ice. Read the rest of this entry »

I Am A Learner

Posted: December 13, 2013 in 2013 postings

I Am A Learner

I am not a boss,
my name adorns no door,
my space is yet a cubicle
with no awesome view
but a crazy street below. Read the rest of this entry »

On the threshold of existence
I hear the clamor of the unborn
Just before relinquishing
divine consciousness.
I hear them pray to man
before they become man.
I hear them whisper…. Read the rest of this entry »

There was nothing special about this day until after work…

It was a Thursday…a very normal Thursday. It started out like every other day. I woke up to those awkward ‘happy birthday family stunts’ peculiar to the Temitope clan, stared at the numerous missed calls and text messages on my phone, got ready for work and then joined the madness of Lagos on my way to Ojodu Berger where my office was located. Surprisingly, the world did not stop spinning on its axis because it was my birthday and somewhere deep inside of me, i actually debated the sensibility in Government declaring everyone’s birthday a personal public holiday…LOL. Read the rest of this entry »


Posted: November 30, 2012 in 2012 Postings

It’s a taboo in this land
i know it is…
the importation of felines
for the purpose of epicurean deeds. Read the rest of this entry »