The Kolo Kenneth Kadiri Blog

My dreams are pregnant Weighed upon frail shoulders Thick as the gathering of storm Behind which you're the sunshine

Goodnight Onyedika Ozoemena Candle, flickered off by the howl of evil Just before you lit a wildfire at harvest Journey home lad, find re...

Chibuzor, gold dust of teary eyes wrought from an iroko - 'oku - masquerade of the shimmering night; that swallowed an alligator. ...

I can see what the darkness does Say goodbye to who I was For now, a heartless being roams His heart eaten by a beast A beast without a sou...

Abuja, of a flood's nightly welcome Fires up fantasies and washes away sorrows Though cries of men and of babies spring forth thence

Le Eagle soared away at dawn But we were not lorn Father Sky was kind - we tarried much Then she caught the wind in her wings Same which...

They're getting plucked all around me; Spinsters, ripe - soft to the side Will there be fruits left when... My rod grows long enough?...

 Udi, cast upon dark combustibles Is it true? That I'll revel in thy belly? When the moro brings me nigh, Altine visits again, be ready...

There they go - infidels, rogues Plucking towns shamelessly; Minced meat, sooting grills in their wake And what does the chic do? She, c...

I have a brother Gone away with the winds - Jos, where he tickled the skies And dwelled between warm jaws. We - the house and I wil...

My demons are here again I'm cursed to watch you sleep Depths of your slumber Brings me wallow in stares Thy long lithe frame Won...

Abuja, I need a call to the heart;  Touch me with thy whisper;  Cringe my skin with thy touch

Oh! How I love you, Abuja;  But there you go, spreading yourself;  Wide open to other men - hustlers

I'm in love with Abuja; Her love strikes me with lightning bolt; She kills me with wont!

There's a thriving marketplace When insomnia comes to Owls, to Ravens Aminu Kano, Adetokunbo Ademola, crescents of Ahmadu Bello

For area wey we dey, see enof crib for paddy Ajebo wey hate us call am ghetto Say na shacks and kpako so so full am But na them papa no ...

I look upon my maleness, that little prick - disenchanted from simple definition. I detest the tale, nor admire its lack of depth - T...

Abuja's wet;  But I'm sweating.  While she just lay there, I plough.

Poisoned chalice, scion of the Family tree. Barren, devoid of good. Ukamaka and Ugonna ate of it Camwood and oil palm sold aplenty ...

Comets don your crests - dragon’s vomit! Fists of Herod, fists of Xerxes. You are yesterday’s May twenty-ninth, just before cun personified...