Let the dance continue for the music

​When the lights go off

And the music stops

The wheels cease turning 

But the dancing continues

Deep into the night it continues

Involuntary memory spasms

Uncontrollable gyratings

For music that lasts centuries

Music that stays in the mind

Music that trickles into the limbs

In movement

Like honey trickling down tongues

In violence

Like the meet of wood and metal

In ecstasy

Like the afterglow of good cum

Like the pupil dilating drug

All so intoxicating and captivating


The Sun Is Gone


Once again the sun is gone
Left us all alone
With the cold harsh clouds
Crying their icy tears on us
Left us all alone
With the wicked winds
Chafing our lips, biting our flesh
But we will not despair
We will make our own heat
From the warmth in our speech
To the rise from our chimneys
We will prevail
Till the sun returns

Vermicelli Stir-fry

Vermicelli shrimp fry

A good way to reinvent the old boring Stir fry recipes sans the weight of a Starchy element is to use vermicelli         It is light and I can have two servings; still sleep easy 😛.

Dice onions, orange bell peppers, spinach Clean your shrimps or you can just use Minced meat or diced bacon             Totally your choice 😘

Toss your ingredients into a hot pan; Add one table spoon vegetable oil; Or just 2 mins, no more no less; Add 2 tablespoons of chilli spice blend; Recipe for that will come in a bit 😎; One stock cube; Season to seduce your taste buds


Good Chicken


Now the key to good chicken
Is spice
Collected in right proportions
Spread lusciously over the skin
Provoked with a tinge of lemon
Encased in firm wrapping
For as long as
That chicken will take

But good chicken
Still gotta be cooked
Take it over hot flames
Not too hot
Nobody likes singed chicken skin
Cook it good but not too long
Dry chicken is a bore
Keep it moist and luxurious

Now this recipe here
Age old and perfect
Keep to it
And you’ll love your chicken
Ever so soft and tasty
Don’t forget a tinge
We’ll a little more
Of salt

Fuck it good chicken
Is just what it is
Good and ready for unwrapping
Cook it right out of the pack
If it tastes like gutter
Then it wasn’t good
And no spice
Will bring that goodness back

Apologies to my colon

I apologise
For the late night spicy food
The hurriedly chewed
Caramelised almond nuts
The tomato skin
That missed the blender

I apologise
It’s not like this
Isn’t a mutually shared pain
Here sitting on tippy toes
Toes curled in
Hand massaging some
Semblance of sooth into you

I apologise
My fingers still burn lightly
From yesterday’s pepper
I can only imagine
What you’re going through
But these spices are unavoidable

I apologise
And you need to toughen up
I’ll still have the spice
But not so late a time
About the tomato skin
Who doesn’t love a good salad huh

I apologise
Tomorrow we’ll be back here
Sitting on tippy toes
Toes curled inwards
Spine twisted to abate pain
For just a moment
Then it’ll be over

Mr Kordiabɛ’s House (cont.)

Kordiabɛ took pride in managing his new home. He cleaned the gutters, cleared the weeds and swept everyday. Sometimes he sat under the ‘aluguntugun‘ tree wondering what will compel a man to abandon such a magnificent structure. But just for a minute or two. It is not his place to wonder at another man’s fooli – erm – sorry – decisons. It wasnt his place to wonder at another’s decisions.

He’d visited the welder a few days ago to get the estimate for a nice gate for the house. It’s not like he wants to lock someone’s house and keep oo. Like that hustler ‘borga‘ thought, the cheap bastard. Just that he’d planted foods that need protection from the wayward goats. He looked up at the electricity cables going into the next house and thought for a few seconds. He needs to find a way to illuminate his house. Darkness can be very deceptive. That is how that rat of a man sneaked into the bedroom downstairs one night. It took ‘sheer takashi‘ to get rid of him.

Right so cables it is. Nobody encroaches on a house with electricity supply. A few metres long and it will get him at least two lines out of his neighbour’s three. It’s not that he’s a power thief or anything o. But the hassle he will go through to get power directly from ECG is just too much. Afterall he’s a temporary occupant. No need amassing electricity bills for his ‘borga’ to come pay. They won’t even notice the tap. He will only use it for lights to fend off the rats in human form and maybe a radio. That’s all.