Jaachi Writes

AMINA I do not know what I'll find If I pull off your hijab. Perhaps a cobra lurks to bite Whose venom will kill wit. I've bared my heart into sonnets. Sadly you will never read them- you aren't lettered. You're rather numbered counting naira notes By the fireside where you fry awara. ...but I know you'll listen to my eyes that tells the number of stars  exploding within by this stuttering tongue and cold sweat thawing under the radiance of your dimples. In the dark corner where the cry of alimajiri crowns the night. I will be waiting to elope with you arm in arm via our eyes with wings where we can stand above the earth with every altitude heavenward veiling the steeple and the minaret. -Martins Deep

On several occasions, while sweetness lasted, friends and fans asked the following questions: "Hey Stefn, who's Sweetness?" "What's this Sweetness thing about?" Sweetness is an affectionate name for someone I once loved. She was everything sweet, so much I grin like a happy lad along with the elongated blink of her small eyes, while pouting out her lips slightly for kisses we ne'er had.  She gave me butterflies flowers were jealous of, because they've never-since creation- attracted such rainbow tinted butterflies. Sweetness was a powerful verbal aphrodisiac that calmed my nerves when hurt becomes bitter...and should’ve been used sparingly! But I took an overdose of her; so much poems oozed from every pore of me while Sweetness lasted. ‘Sweetness’, a collection of 43 poems was birthed from a series of poems I scribbled while swimming in the ripple effect of a sweetness overdose. Like y'all know, Stefn wouldn't serve sour wine, right? This

POEM 119: Roof and Rainfall  As if you were the rain I prayed for after many years of drought. You came like torrential droplets slapping my face in sweet harmony with my thirst for you. You are rain, and I the roof,  Like a long awaited rainfall you rushed over me in the wetness of your love, Jesus.  - Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA

I Hate That I Love You Here are footprints you left which wouldn't wash off  even as tears drop turn river The night you left, I died the back you turned on me I used to hold firm to my chest the mouth where your heart lies I kissed with love,   now u broke me with same You are the  flower I wouldn't mind holding its thorns tight You're whom I call mine under thousands of stars I wish to kiss u I wouldn't mind being your shield when you're battling through roughs Even when you don't appreciate, I care not Just give me love, is all I asked for When you said you love me You made me wet Our first kiss sent my soul on a journey to the horny land now you left me to drive in a worry van One side love more and that's me for you dominate all pages of my diary all the while,  you've been lying  Still, I can't forget you and  I must confess I still love I hate you but I love you I detest your smell though I want it again I don't ever want to see you but I

POEM 118: ME My inward friends abhors me, My distant lover desires me, My mirror reflects me, My biggest fantasy embraces me with loose arms, But the lightest realizations arrive in restraint— halting thrice in two steps approaching farther away. Why? Unlike the tug at the end of a the line no one pulls this fine line but a shadow of me at the other end pulling desperately like a dying friend cling to a life line. I have no word for what is within me, the seer blind and loud holding sinking grounds sinking deeper my deep rooted hurt and staring at the tunnel end with suspicion. But not the mutable form behind it could deafen my ears. Behind it, the line,  there's hope in his eyes but the present me have been fed fat with lies written on parchments  torn from ancient scrolls words encrypted, keys unknown... He may pull all he can but I'll not an inch move... because I must of this reflection write or else... Or else, why write? It's just me! I’m sick of peering at the ref

 White Washed Tombs Men of dual tongues Coat of many colours Adapt to colours Faster than chameleons. Slippery like fishes Their tongues sweet Like stolen kisses. What are lies to the player? What are rules to the madman? Sheepy wolverines Slippery life lines. like two edged swords they kill two with a word tearing one against the other Smiling to gain votes From gullible minds Sheep clothed wolves Blenders of gin and palmwine Annoying like a nagging wife Yes, I know them yes I've seen them They ain't what they claim to be Promises they make, so hasty The next minute they take a bow. Ever seen a man whose palm is hairy? Ever seen a woman whose nipples are scary? Even devils posseses the man whose Body is good and healthy But these men they possess the bad and ugly. They surpass Lucifer In deciet and lies Agbada and white brocade Adorns them but beneath those white washed graves are worms And brainless skulls yet they rule us: The same and gullible  I know them You know them

If This Then That If This Then That. If not That Then What? In my Dreams Everything her face bear Every gender her voice bear. I see her in the Sun's ray. The birds chirp in her soprano. What more can I say She enfleshen my bone. In tomorrow's hands She weans our kids My horse my wish And on Me she rides. My fantacies now real And you say she ain't The One? If not This Then Who? If she isn't, Who Is? Let me alone Like Adam I've seen my bone Like myself she's my OWN If This(is love)  Then That (is my choice). - Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu #Pengician #SSA

POEM 117: GREEN & RED There are two major rivers in my country: One is Niger The other is Red. There are two major colours in my country: One is Green The other is Red. There are two major flags in my country: One is Green White Green The other had a Red.  - Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA

POEM 116: SYCOPHANTS O King, live forever! ...and the man died. The sycophants lives on to praise another crowned fool. Blench and belly full -  their one and only goal. While the king lives of his failure and flaws sing praises. Turn blind eyes to all that matters Sweep clean the streets and block the gutters Give him accolades Oh wave your flags Incompetence we celebrate Adorn our rotten bodies with starched brocades Oh wave your rags! God save the king ...and take our lives? God save the king ...and rape our wives? God save the king ...and take our mite? Oh king live forever ...and when he dies We weep We sing, we dance We settle down and feed greed! And then place the crown on the head of yet another clown. Oh king, leave forever!  - Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu #Pengician #SSA

POEM 115: REVERSE Helplessly I watched you sail into distant seas fading slowly from my eye reach. I think I'm on playback or does the sea backwards flow? I still see you in my memories Sailing away in reverse order, fading slowing into my arms reach. Whatever we were I still remember who we were. I thought I'd let go But my mind in reverse replays memories my heart cannot delete. They never grow old - Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA

'Not again, please. Must you do this everyday?' Adam protested. ' I'll make it snappy, my lord. I hear rumours of new creatures' His stomach rumbles. He gives in. She stoops beside him, her breasts brushing his ribs. One... two… ten... eleven… thirteen...eighteen... She counted until she got the last rib. ' Aha! Complete' She affirmed. Satisfied. Adam exhaled, shook his head and requested for his meal. ' Under the mango tree, my love... fruit salad today. I bet you'll love it'. Famished and weary of her now increasingly annoying jealousy, he sprawled on the grass, ready to shove ‘em fruits down his throat. ' How long will this continue? Ehn?' He grumbles and picks a slice of cucumber. Takes a bite and munches care freely. Fragments sprinting off his mouth as he grumbles on... ' Must she count my ribs every day?' He wondered why Eve’s this jealous? There ain't no other female human for godsake. He could bet Eve counts his

CRY NO MORE CHILD   "You were born after rain" you were told by the grown ups that buried your umbilical cord Pointing you to a group of plantain trees in the backyard.   This is your birth story   Cradled safely in her arms She baptised you In the Jordan of her tears Whilst the priest watched on vainly with holy water At the throes of mother.   Moonless night and dateless it was Life was sorry for such tragic role In the scripts you were called to play by the thunders that rumbled And the night birds that mourned.   You grew gracefully like palm fronds. Measured your height with the tall bamboo standing on your toes. Your fingers turned green from keeping cassava plantations.   Life kissed hard your cracked lips That bled juju lyric For the spirited drummers in your chest. Songs themed with courage and hope as you paddled on the limpopo With savoury tales for whoever cared to listen.   Your tattered clothe on colt back Saddled by hunger riding triumphantly through you

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POEM 114: WISHES We will hide under a blanket of waves rising and falling with the gales. We will hold the candle of trust in the darkness of lies. We will whisper silently the intent of our hearts while the world noisome speed by. We will hinge our doors on the posts of love so it swings open at just a tap. We will be human But wishes don't gallop Only horses do. #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA

POEM 113: HOME WHEREVER Crestfallen She walks alone Her tears Her fears She both implode Who would believe her tale if told? Who would believe this warmth is cold? She knows home is just a stone throw But the chip's fallen Off she dashes into the woods Where flowering trees and fruitless thorns May pierce her bare soul until it bursts Into a shower of tears she cannot hoard. In the aching tranquility of her wounds Homes wherever her sole once trod Homes the distant thoughts her mind do roam When his cuddles feels like a bed of stone. #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA

The Truth Stood Sad In A Lie The truth stood sad in a lie, crestfallen, she wither in dust, She have drowned in rivers of dry, drowned in oceans of lust. Fading into ashes she burn, She stood sad in a lie, prevarication tables turn, honesty that bleeds can’t comply. She seek forgiveness she deny, She will grant no absolution, the truth stood downcast in a lie, falsehood gives no resolution. Her reasons are very simple, fabrications do multiply, Her true heart became a swindle, She, truth, stood sad in a lie. #Pengician #SSA

POEM 112: MELANCHOLIA I hear a dirge of birds Sweeping down like windstorms raising doubts and dust as it whoosh along. Can feel depths of dissatisfaction Hanging loosely on every note Dropping to a descendo  itching my ears piercing my spines with the sweet pain that tags along when one swallows a honey bee and get stung in the stomach. But vultures don't sing How then doth this graveyard exude such sweet sadness So much it satisfies my soul with extreme intensity? So much I feel I've found home in a city of dry bones? I know why melancholy  And I are a synonym If cut your chains, you free yourself. If you cut your roots, you die. I did both and I know not from whence I come, Where I am, And where I planned to go. - Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA

POEM 111: INVERTED HYMNAL Don't sing along If your stained white still glitter With many flaws. These lines experimental are. This is a song for erring soles here composed. Don't sing along Don't say I warned you not. Oh lost my soul When I in awful wanders Consider all the loss, the lies, the lack. I see no stars The sky in gloomy splendor Ready to drench my rebel soul with blames. And when I look beyond the well carved crucifix No rainbow lines It fades away, my smiles. Though I still boast, in senility juvenile. And when I cry  The chorus is "where art thou?" Then stinks my soul No fervour in my toils. How worse could be? How longer still? No silver line No emancipation still. Oh where art thou? Oh where art thou? - Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA