NNENNA

I've most desired a beautiful lady with tall daring ambitions and soaring dreams to call my own. 

This steaming thought appears to have mapped itself on my bedroom ceiling.
Everyday as I retire to my bed in my favorite positions, awaiting the sandman to shut my eyes and send me to shangri-la, these thoughts would rain down all over my face. 

I stay awake, wide awake, eyes glued to the little cracks in the white, the little cracks in these thoughts. 

Rather than count sheep, I count scenes in this none ending hallucination.

On my way home from an assignment, I thought I'd gone crazy when I looked out the window and saw her. 

NNENNA was brilliant, classy and elegant, and she soared the skies with proud arrogant beauty.
She's a high flier, and she sailed the winds and mingled with the clouds. 

Even the sun blushed and hide it's smile behind the clouds. 

I'd love her, but her heart doesn't pump blood so I dared not.
And yes I glided across the skies with her(in her), she was kind enough to carry me along. 

Her servants were nice too, their smiles were like tattoos on their faces.

I admired one of them too, but I do not know what they dream of at night, I couldn't see beyond their beaming glee. 

I didn't really think I'd have the chance to ask. 

Thus I kept my eyes on NNENNA, her dreams I can see.

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Eko Skies

Lagos...


I never really gazed into the skies just to admire the stars, the moon in its full glory, or the bite left of it.
I can't quite remember the year I last watched the White muffins race, or try to unravel the numerous figures which emerge from it. 

Growing up clouds were the only actions figures and comic books I ever had.

Although in my daily trips, before my windshield, the stars fade and the sun rise. Lucky also to experience the moon excuse the sun to welcome the night. It never really bothered me if the stars were out or the moon was full, for Tail lights and brake lights twinkle everywhere in the distance, and headlamps and fog lights shine brighter than the moon.

Behold the sunrise and sunset in the city.

When ever I look up into the sky, all I think about is the weather, just the weather. Hoping for the perfect weather to travail the routinely treacherous traffic maze.

The Lagos celestial canopy is a jewel under the surface.

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