The eye of love
The heart, the soul,
The thickness of man’s marrow
The eye of love
The failings, the dirt,
The weakness of every fellow
Lend me the eye of love
That I may see the world’s race
As one ray of light
refracted as a rainbow
And so behold the beauty
In such colours of diversity;
For love should be a single eye
Shared by us all.
– Written by Anyanya Bassey
Posted by Walt Shakes on February 13, 2014
From the cradle my lessons began,
People call it deception
To me it is an everyday life.
Pushed into a circle I do not belong in,
Learning to conceal has become my survival.
I put on my mask and they clap and cheer
Who cares who is behind the mask? No one! (more…)
Posted by Walt Shakes on February 10, 2014
The world to stop is all I desire
To take to stay alive
The world to stop is what I want
To take to ever stay still. – Walter Uchenna Ude, @Walt_Shakes
Posted by Walt Shakes on January 20, 2014
Helpless under the power of love
They delighted in each other
The woman promised to another
And the man smitten by her beauty
And when the tides of the thrill had washed away
In its wake lay broken hearts and mangled hopes
Lives never again to be the same. – Walter Uchenna Ude @Walt_Shakes
Posted by Walt Shakes on December 15, 2013
Can I ever forget your face?
My slew of scars will always remind me
Of the savage glare in your feline stare
Stalking me with much beadiness
Like an enraged panther
Closing in on a vulnerable prey
I still recall
The stench of your breath
Of aerosols laden with booze
And those abysmal tribal marks
On your pitch-dark contoured face
You were that shadow
Conjured from the land of nightmares
The fearsome old ghost
Lurking in my corridors
Your clammy perspiration
Down the length of my spine
Suffusing every part of me
Your muscled grip was upon my mouth
Cutting back the teary sobs into muffled ululations
While your wrinkled geriatric finger
Worked its torture
Palpating the cleft of paediatric rump
Navigating the secret realms of my thighs
I was simply a child (more…)
Posted by Walt Shakes on December 4, 2013
What is Nigeria to you?
A place on a map
A boundary to be maintained
An idea to be mused upon
A topic to rant about
A people to be mocked and despised
A country to be avoided by its very own
Or a thought forbidden from crossing the mind?
Perhaps the question should be –
Who is Nigeria? (more…)
Posted by Walt Shakes on October 7, 2013
Have you found your niche? Nigeria my country!
Two scores, one decade and three years
Have you sung the song of freedom?
Are your melodies those of redemption?
Where lies the efforts of your fore fathers – our freedom fighters?
Or can’t you hear the embittered groans of Azik, Awol and Amad
At the destitution that you have become?
Oh! Shame on you, Nigerian, for the curse on you from the great beyond
Or doesn’t it still sting?
The labour of your heroes past as hot tears scalded their eyes
The blazing sun flogging their bare backs as they laboured so you could be free
Where, oh Nigerian! Is the bread they suffered for that you might feed?
They gave their blood in exchange for yours
Their legs were chained to ensure your freedom
They surrendered their bodies to be feasted on by maggots so you could ride on horses
A rare privilege! (more…)
Posted by Walt Shakes on October 1, 2013
So I packed my mental luggage
And took a trip down memory lane
I thought about everything imaginable
From the clean to the things profane.
What if Eve wasn’t so gullible?
What if Adam didn’t take that bite?
What if Yerima truly loved kids?
What if Suntai didn’t take that flight?
What if premarital sex had a death sentence?
What if there were no sexually transmitted infections?
What if Kim Kardashian never made that video?
What if Tuface always used protection? (more…)
Posted by Walt Shakes on September 10, 2013
Let this be my story,
That I have dressed up every wall
With shades of virtue, garlands of grace
That I have paved a way to joy
With words, deeds, bows and cheers
Let this be my story
Those sleepless nights bear charming #dreams
That daytime toils groom healthy seeds
That harvest rains flood my aged bed
With memories to cherish and to share
Let this be my story
That what I do is what I #love
And what I love doing, pays
That I have loved with heart and head
Losing none to sore regrets (more…)
Posted by Walt Shakes on September 1, 2013