Eyewrite Papers

Shoes have left and right, We wear them to church To kneel before the altar To take the sacrament. Father blesses the Communion He purifies us: Holy soul and dopey body; But our shoes take us home, One left, the other right still. A lion wakes up ahungry, A zebra sneezes with fear, If they meet at the riverside A race must ensue; One prays for food, The other begs to live. Both prayers are heard Only one is answered. The one left is right? The sun rules in the firmament, But sometimes it doesnt. The rain plotted a coup And took over the reins. The cloud cried aloud, Thunders rent their voices, But the big light was AWOL And darkness covered the earth. Is he right that is left? Evil is live written backwards: The farmer loves to fondle the ridges' breasts, He too lives by milking the soil. The herdsman likes to ejaculate bullets, A shepherd, whose cows should not want, And when he rapes the farmer for asking questions He is left because he is r

Her tree has turned a new leaf. Ants in military uniform are taking orders. The tree of her mind holds lofty branches. It was like a mango stem scattered on many fronts. It was reaching for the skies and bending for the flies. It was pregnant like ridges and shot up like a bud. You tapped it on the back, and it contrived and faced you. But some gardener had preened it. Ants in military uniform are taking orders. Ants of thoughts are laying siege on her mind, Shooting with love arrows and word bows, Maiming all fire flies that flicker and would not stay, Cutting the dead woods of the forest asunder. Now, her flowers are assemblies of bees. Her pollen grains are polling booths, Where the future is cast today. The king bee paid a visit: A honey house will be built on her forever. Written by Newton-Ray Ukwuoma

Last night, I decided to think about the future. Our future. A big thing to do, right? You know how people ask people where their relationship was headed. Yea. I asked that sort of question. Not to you, of course. You are in Ibadan. I asked myself. And I will be frank, it was a little deeper than I had seen it. People should never ask that question, I am thinking. What do you think? Well, you will speak for yourself once you have read through. Relationships are sacred. Take the one we have for example. Lots of laughter and beauty and literature and love and peace. All the necessary ingredients of an electric connection. But once you put future expectations into this flow, everyone becomes jittery, the voltage begins to fluctuate. The mind is not at rest, at peace, at unity. Something is happening to the transformers. They no longer transform wit to laughter and to love. Relationships like ours are sacred. Last night, I gambled. I thought that if I was able to think about the futu