Inked Tongue

  Will you believe me when I tell you that your mind has its own taste buds? That these buds will thank you when you introduce them to a sumptuous treat Today, the taste buds in my mind and also my tongue have given me a standing ovation  For a once in a lifetime opportunity  Of not just tasting chocolate but tasting one with depth and intricacy  Oh  Will you believe me when I tell you that there is a taste that the human mind is yet to discover? And maybe that is why I do not feel human tonight Because I have beheld and tasted confectionery that was probably set aside for deities  “CARAMEL”  I screamed in my head For indeed I love my chocolate hot with caramel toppings 

  There is a strong strife between the aroma that your cooking body gives and my humble concentration  For the concentration of your scent has overpowered the concentration of my mind Now my attention span is left staggering and pleading for mercy Hoping that you can tune down this lethal effect that your ethereal body produces  And it baffles me Because why would you choose to bathe in a river of ethanol when you know how much its effect from your steaming body intoxicates me And now, I only see blurred lines Skeletal images dancing in red light and my libido shooting to its very apogee Maybe your ethanol is lethal  But I will forever consider it my favorite guilty pleasure.

There is enough energy to harness from a ripple.   I watch her swing like a pendulum to and fro in a convocation of celestial beings.   The rhythm to her pulse is the only yardstick for measuring my patience. I let a butterfly take my nectar in exchange for the secrets to her courageous adventures.  Fly away once, Come back again Isn’t it a good time to pause at one end and marinate in all the bliss there is here?  Pendulum,  I hope this axis you have chosen to swing from will hold firm till you come to a decision. I hope for your sake, I won’t wither in my moment of waiting. Do you think I can freeze time when you swing by my side?

  At the end of the battle, the vanquished shall give out a loud cry of innate pain For the tales of fatality of the havoc wrecked on them shall spread to all the lands like wild fire But the end of a single battle is not the end of a war An army approaches With tongues of fire on their foreheads They swing their blades in the air They chant war songs In their numbers they pour out into the battle field Tall, short, young, old These were the soldiers that the old sages had pre-described  That the sounds of their footstep shall cause the stones on the land to quiver That the neighing of their horses shall cause the hearts of their enemies to shrink in fear What is the fate of those who refuse to surrender to this ravage? Their blood will give the soil a new face And their flesh will be  a  dancing banquet for the wild vultures A hand has been forced to dish a blow to the oppressors  The vanquished will now becom e  the   dauntless They shall plunge deep...

Cries are heard In a house anointed by a precious blood A child is born The first king of Efon Alaaye kingdom lives rent free inside of him OBALUFON ALAAYEMORE A child is born The greatest chief of the estate called Ejigan lives rent free inside of him. GEORGE SABA GEORGE A child is born. SABA, OBALUFON. I gist with them, I dance for them, I teach them english alphabets, I wash their feet I oil their head, I feed them meat and palm wine I sit at their feet They tell me secrets, Yes secret codes to the golden vaults of forbidden knowledge and naked truth Wake up George, Wake up George SABA, You made it. For you are reincarnated in the body of a boy who drinks from the breasts of tigresses and dances to the chirpings of the birds in the evil forest.

  It 5:15am  I have just experienced what it feels like to be a ghost.  I laid on my bed about an hour ago to sleep but as my mind rolled out of consciousness, I felt a tight pressure on my chest as if life was slowly leaving me.  I could swear life left me for an hour or more.  I suddenly felt disunited with my body, as if a part of me was expunged and forced to stay outside.  It felt so cold and alone and dim and scary I looked around and everything remained the same  The furniture in my room all staring at this incident like it’s not in their place to do anything. Oh wait, it’s really not in their place — they don’t even have a place —they can’t do anything.  I yelled and yelled as I try to find a way back into my body. I could feel energy leaving me — leaving this thing that might be a spirit.  And there my mortal body laid on the bed, so peaceful, so fulfilled. I honestly wish i could leave it be—without the thought of experiencing a gru...

She said she got soft juju in between her thighs I gave a smirk knowing I was made for black magic  Juju that makes men fly in dark skies Fly away Peter, Fly away Paul But they always crawl back She said her name sounds like a ripple  “KOKÙN” I will never forget  That very night, I drowned in something that wasn’t a river  I danced to spiritual humming and ate food that was consecrated for shadow men She gave me an experience that tested my faith And for once in my lifetime  I swore to only feel the warmth of dreadful women with cowries on their hair. 

During my cosmic quest for the undone, I came across the second daughter of light, Aithérios. I had initially had an encounter with her sister Luna, so I decided to take precautions. I met Aithérios in what you might call a dying star Her aura gave me a second chance at chasing the adventures of my cosmic quest She was magnificent in her carriage and not even earth’s prettiest birds and butterflies could compete with her colorful regalia Her last trip was to Saturn where she studied the mysteries of the Rings On her little finger sat the ring of Eros. Rumors have it that any mortal that stared into the rock of the ring will be consumed eternally by Eros’ arrows of love.  Her voice was a nesting call for the birds of the earth  And her eyes carried with them the antidote to delirium. We got teleported to the most ethereal realm of the Earth just to exchange entergalactic stories. She spoke with words so soothing yet sharp. The wisdom of a thousand sages together could not equat...

  I once took a trip with the last daughter of light, Luna. A trip  It was a roll in the mud, dance in the clouds type of trip Her name on my lips forever etched And on my heart forever engraved  The mysteries we unraveled together when we synchronize our minds made the universe feel proud of her divinity  Our connection was far from divine but was next to it Oh, it was satanic  What happened to the undying kiss we shared at the riverbank that never existed? And how many times did we journey through the most haunted of settlements? Her mind was a runway for insane models  Models with total deviation from structural norms  Models with wings and tails and fangs and horns   And my heart was Mars With two moons  And it was red and cold and dusty and lifeless Luna outshined the moons of my heart and drove them into envious rage She sparked up a desire for Lunacy  A desire to howl at the sky like a  wounded wolf Ah yes The voices she humm...

  Have you ever seen a cellophane  dance recklessly in a deep blue sky? I throw a stone with my wildest inherent strength  Aiming at  the  gods that dine and wine on the round table of the golden heavens Just to cause them to pause and look down on a hungry boy who only knows how to dance Dance like a cellophane My mouth stays opened  as I gaze into the blinding sun As  an obvious sign  of thirst Thirst for freedom Maybe the piss from one of the drunk gods will trickle into my dry mouth That I may understand the mysteries of the old world   The old world when  we were gods The world where our heads were adorned with butterflies And our feet caressed by the clouds that are now far above us What was the last thing we did in common before our banishment from the golden heavens? Oh I heard we drank from the golden cup of the things that are to be A forbidden quest War broke out i n the golden heavens and my ancestors  were defeated And ...

  To fully understand is to fully appreciate and even at that, mysteries can also be extremely appreciated.  ONDO is one of those mysteries that wraps her suitors in the web of love, wonder and fascination. You can barely understand the intricacies of her delectable design; the art, the music, the food and the tourism. These elements perfectly shapes the beauty that you all know to be ONDO state; The Sunshine State.  ONDO is one of the hallmarks of undiluted Yoruba culture, with a range of different dialects. The Ondo city, the state’s heritage is uniquely designed and blessed with divine structures and with people of great confidence in their art and creative prowess. There is a mysterious source of energy that fuels ondo and it’s people. Some say it is the Sun that is always flamboyantly shining at its peak and others say it is in the fact that gods roam among the people. Ondo takes pride in her centers of tourism and who are you to talk about tourism without mentio...

  Here in the constellation of stars, we move to the rhythm of the earth’s vibration.  Our souls have been intertwined by the act of spiritual tango We move through the milky way with one consciousness, with one mind, with one spirit. To think that we found each other in a hopeless place. To think that our atomic nuclei could fuse like polar ends of magnets.  To think that the rising sun was pathetically impatient to witness our bodies hold themselves in his light. To think that the crescent moon was reluctant to go to bed so she wouldn’t miss the entanglement of our tongues in her light.  Here in this multiverse of reality, our times collapsed into each other.  The universe conspired to bind our hearts on mother earth’s crust.  Saturn in all her beauty and glory was no match for the veil of love that adorned us.  Venus in all her temperature was no match for the heat that you exude when your earthy body draws close to mine.  Mars in all his valor...