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Anthology of Poems

Hey there, my wonderful friends!

I hope you’re all doing great! I wanted to take a moment to apologize for not being as active on this platform as I used to be. But don’t worry, there’s a good reason behind it! I’ve been diligently working on something special that I’m excited to share with you all.

Guess what? I’m in the process of putting together an incredible anthology! It will feature the most beloved poems from my blog, carefully selected with the help of your support, comments, and likes. Without you, none of this would be possible!

Now, here’s where I need your continued support. I plan to publish this anthology on Amazon and to add an extra sprinkle of delight, I aim to release it on my upcoming birthday! It would mean the world to me if you could join me on this journey by checking out and grabbing a copy of my anthology.

Your encouragement and companionship have been invaluable throughout my blogging adventure, and I feel incredibly grateful for every one of you. Together, let’s celebrate the power of poetry and embark on this exciting next chapter!

Thank you in advance for your unwavering support. I’m truly excited about this project and can’t wait to share it with all of you. Stay tuned for more updates, and let’s make this anthology a beautiful tribute to our shared love for words.

Sending my heartfelt appreciation,

Ridwan Akinkunmi AJAGBE.

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Poems

The Voices #3

Nightmares in daytime,
And sleepless nights.
Waring emotions,
And destructive notions!
So I decided to talk it out.
The Voices in my head made for good companion.

They call it madness,
I call it evolution!
Homo sapiens phoenix

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No. And death

Pierce me with a knife,

I might live.

But a queen spurning my advances,

Find me a cozy 6 ft. underground apartment!

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Poems

Loneliness #2

There’s a kind of loneliness,
Where you keep seeing a face,
A face that’s driving you insane,
A face that makes you suddenly violent, and nauseated, and sad, and devastated.

A face that used to bring you comfort,
A face you can’t forget, no matter how hard you try.
A face that was the symbol of hope, and all that is good.

A face you wished you never knew

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Womanizer

Black, white, yellow or brown.
It actually doesn’t matter.
I’m not a racist
But I love women.

I’m a woke man.
I love my women rare.
The more exotic, the merrier.
Yes! I do love women.

Hey pretty girl!
Can I take you to Ibiza?
You know that’s the birthplace of pizza.
I can’t lie to you.

Round, flat, obese or anorexic.
We don’t discriminate here.
Because the things I’ll do to you,
Knows no race.

© Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe

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short stories

Closure

“Hello… good afternoon… Please who is on the line?” she asked over the phone.

“it’s Marwan” I replied.

“Oh… It’s been a long time. How may I help you?” she asked.

“My cousin is acting weird as he has overdosed on drugs. You’re the only medical personnel that I can think of. Please I need your help. It’s a matter of life and death, and taking him to the hospital will not end well.” I explained calmly but with urgency in my voice.

“You’re lucky I am not working today. Just for old times sake, I’ll be there in thirty minutes.” She said over the phone.

* * * *

“I am here” she called out loud as she reached my front door.

Effortlessly sliding behind the door, I asked her to let herself in. Without taking more than three seconds to admire her beauty and proportionate body, I smashed a hammer against her skull. Just hard enough to knock her out. A satisfying crunch confirmed that the hammer met with her cranium.

* * * *

“what’s wrong with you? Are you insane? What did I do wrong?” she unleashed questions upon questions when she regained consciousness.

“You promised to love me forever M,” I said coolly.

“Yes. I said so. But that was long ago. Why did you trick me here?” she asked another question.

“My best friend advised me to seek closure. She told me to be free from you in all its meaning. And that is exactly what I am doing” I explained sincerely.

Smiling broadly so she got a view of my dimples and diastema clearly (she always said I was handsome), I raised the hammer again. I heard another satisfying crunch as hammer met sternum. The force knocked the wind out of her, but I continued striking until there was nothing to hit again.

©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe

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short stories

#SARSMUSTEND #EndPoliceBrutality

“I won’t ever do that on my own. I have my kids too. I was only following orders. I swear on my life” he sobbed.

It is funny how grown men tend to cry when faced with a little torture. It is even more hilarious when it’s a police officer. I mean these guys are supposed to be trained

“why would you shoot the people protesting peacefully? Just why?” I asked.

“I saw you with my own eyes and you looked extremely happy to pull the trigger” I explained.

“Please… I am so sorry… I have kids at home… And a wife…. I wasn’t thinking…. _I swear ehn, na my boss order us_” he rambled on.

He had limited movements as his hands were tied behind his back. He was seated in a plastic chair, comfortably for a murderer if you ask me, and his legs were tied to the chair too. He was sporting several angry red tattoos on his body which was my doing.
I stepped back to admire my work, and I had to smile at the beauty of it all. The scrawlings. The designs. The messages.

#ENDSARS, #ENDSARSNOW, #EndPoliceBrutality, and #ENDSWATNOW were fighting for space on his body. Now that’s what I call a work of art.

“Please… Don’t kill me.. I’m in severe pains… I promise you that I will resign from the Nigerian Police Force… Please… Spare my life” he continued begging.

“save your strength Love,” I said in my perfect impersonation of John Constantine.

“I am going to gag you again now because it’s about to get messier” I started.

“I wouldn’t want my neighbours to hear your screams. Because those guys won’t be as forgiving as I am.” I explained.

I forced a dirty sock (must be the one I removed from his feet) in his mouth and sealed it tight with tape. With the precision of a surgeon, I proceeded to smear hot chilli on the marks I made on his body with a razor.

Oh, and I never felt so alive.

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India 🇮🇳

When your time comes, the time to die, many theorize that your whole existence will flash through your mind. Your achievements. Your regrets. And that is the moment you reach enlightenment. The moment you finally know the meaning of life.
I am sorry to dash your hope, but that is not how it works at all. At least, not this curious case I am about to dive into. (take note of the verb “dive”).

       ***     ***      ***

Although he had no way of confirming the accuracy, he was pushed off the military plane exactly thirty seconds ago. Hurtling down at a speed of 10m/s or close to that, he had been screaming for the entirety of his air time. Without a parachute or any other useful antigravity equipment. Death is only a matter of time.

“India,” he thought suddenly.

“I’m free falling to my death and the only thing I can think of is an Asian country” he muttered.

“This is the moment my life is supposed to flash before my eyes” he spoke to the wind. But he can’t get India out of his mind.

By a freak of an accident or what a simple-minded human would refer to as a miracle, a fishing boat was anchored directly underneath him as he fell. All he had to do was grab a part of the sail and he is safe. Death averted. Lord be praised.

“those motherfuckers will regret trying to kill me. I will kill every last one of them” John swore as he reached out to grab the sail of the boat. He miscalculated. He was close, but not close enough.

“India… Oh… It’s the Indian Ocean he was thinking about, not the country” he thought as the steel hull of the boat beckoned.

       ***     ***      ***

“white men and their extreme sports” one of the fishermen muttered. He was unlucky to be given the duty of mopping and clearing the mass of scattered flesh, bone and blood.

©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe

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short stories

Together forever

“I gave you my life” he started “I gave you everything you ever needed. I loved you like I’ve loved no other human. And yet you chose to leave me. You chose to betray me” he finished.

Looking up at him from a fetal position. Bound and gagged. She tried to reply to him but the duck tape around her mouth prevented that.

“I know what you are going to say” he started again. “you’re going to say that you are sorry and you regretted breaking up with me. You are going to say you are a victim of circumstances” he finished.

Pacing around her while the events of the past days flashed back in his mind. Her sudden decision to put an end to the relationship. The shock he felt. The denial. Betrayal at its peak. He had managed to trick her into an abandoned warehouse hours earlier.

No one is going to hear her screams when he started on her. Piece by piece he planned to cut her. Slowly. Gram by gram. With no sedative. She has to feel the pain too. No one will hear her screams, the same way no one heard his heart cry out countless times.

©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe

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Bye for now

I took a step back
And focused on the people around me;
I detached myself from relatives
And watched from afar.
No one missed me.
No one looked for me,
Then I realized something important.
I don’t need this muscle to pump blood.
I dont need this life inside of me.
No one loves me,
So I’ll be here no more.
I want out!

©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe

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