Click HERE to Read Joseph's Biography on the Nigerian Writers Database. At one time it would mold you into a polished gnome And balance you on a floating shelve Sometimes into a color bathed butterfly with a delicate wing Under a sky without a gravity pull Sometimes it comes like a cure To a long night of faceless plague Sometimes like a black mist Yet so revealing Sometimes it comes like a voice As swift as the hoofs of a running horse Sometimes it clothes the soul Luring it out from it eternal hole Sometimes it shape-shifts you into something Without a face, without limps—a living ball of mass Sometimes it plucks you into a virtual hole And put a lid over it Sometimes it brings you into a room with no door Making you gnaw on your bones in horror Sometimes it in sculpts you into an unfeeling angry Angel Fallen from his invisible throne Sometimes it opens up a portal in your sixth sense And lead you to the homes of ghosts, devils and their darling demons Sometimes it appears like your almighty savior But in a black cape, red horns, holding a white flag and a loaded shotgun
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12/2/2020 12:15:30 pm
And sometimes it just eludes you completely, lol. This is a beautiful piece. Well done!
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Olamilekan
21/2/2020 06:54:53 pm
Nice piece
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Adenike Akande
25/2/2020 01:16:29 pm
Love can be refreshing and debilitating. The person you love on some days is the only thing you’ve ever needed and the answer to every prayer you’ve ever said. But feeling so strongly and giving yourself with that much vulnerability means that when the person hurts you, it is multiplied to infinity and the person occupies a special position, what with just how much of you you’ve shared with them, to harm you more deeply than anyone else.
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