dock under cloudy sky in front of mountain

A few months ago, love died!
I reported the death to the nearest police station
So that they could come and take it to the morgue
I didn’t want to be a murder suspect
In the death of love!

Love died at exactly 2:00 a.m.
On a Tuesday morning.
It caught me by surprise
Love was not ailing
It did not show any signs
That it wanted to die

I suspected that love took its own life
But every evidence
At the scene of the crime
Pointed towards murder
Cold murder

The blood splattered was too much
For it to be a suicide
But there was no murder weapon
At the scene
I searched for it before calling the cops
In case it had my finger prints on it

Deceased at the wee hours of the morning
It made me question if I was the killer
I mean, it was dead silent
And I could not hear the intruder come in
Okay; wait; if there was an intruder at all:
How did he come in?
How did he leave the house?
All the doors were locked
Only him and I had the access to the key
In fact he kept them safely under his pillow when he slept

Wait, could it be him
Who woke up
Tip toed out of bed
Killed love mercilessly
Cleaned up
Then went back to slumber
As if nothing had happened
Then tried to frame me
For a crime I knew nothing about?

Could he be so conniving?
The audacity!
How could he?
But wait
What if it was me
Who sleep walked to the kitchen
Took the big blue knife
Came back into the room
Slaughtered love
In cold blood
Then went back to bed after cleaning up!?

No, no it couldn’t be me!
I’ve never sleep walked a day in my life
But why did I have the stains of blood
What exactly was going on here?
And where was the murder weapon exactly!?
Okay, maybe the CCTV footage could help me
Solve the mysterious killing of love

But no, turns out nothing was captured on the CCTV camera!
But how?
The cops would be here in a few
What exactly will I tell them happened?
Should I just plead the fifth?
Okay, maybe I should never have called the cops in the first place
But I needed them to help here
I needed the coroner
To rule it out as murder
Maybe conclude that it was suicide
Or maybe say that it was inconclusive

I wanted a death certificate
So that I could start mourning
Start going through the stages
Of grief and bereavement…….



To him;
I’m like a natural scenery,
The place where nature
Meets serenity.
I’m like a museum;
He wants to look,
Not touch
To let the image of my body
Get imprinted
In his photographic memory.
He is fascinated
By how mysterious
I seem to be
He says;
I’m wanderlust,
An adventure
He wants to conquer!
He stares at me, like a puzzle
He is trying
To solve.
He says;
My body is a canvas
Depicting art
So intricate
Art so indelible
It will last a myriad of years



My heart yearns for love,
But it’s not willing to conform
To the ways of love!

My heart craves for affection,
But it won’t cave in
When it’s shown affection!

My heart wants to feel
The sweetness of romance
But it won’t melt when exposed to it!

My heart wants to be seduced,
But it plays hard to get
Every time a potential suitor is in the vicinity!

My heart wants to be conquered,
But it’s hard headed
It won’t submit itself to another!

My heart recognizes submission,
But it’s dominant
And won’t let another rule over it!


I saw your eyes
Hell fire burning
From the look they gave me
I felt your wrath
From your ice cold touch
I felt the distance
When you couldn’t stand
The mere sight of me
I thought it was all a dream
A nightmare
I struggled to wake up
Only to find out that
It was my reality
My bitter truth!

J.Epereje ©


She is a treasure
A beautiful treasure
A priceless one
Her value is infinite
Her beauty;just magnificent!
She has the heart of gold
But she don’t know!
She deserves much more than she gets
She lets them treat her like trash
Let’s them put a price tag on her
Yet she is priceless
A masterpiece!

She is afraid of being alone
She is scared of her own company
She is fearful of her thoughts
She is not ready to confront her demons
She is flawless
But she doesn’t believe she is beautiful
She let them get into her head
She is God’s perfect creation
God really took his time, moulding her
But she has let a couple of bad relationships change that reality!

She makes excuses for their behavior
Always giving second chances
She thinks being too good
Will make them stay
Make them change
Make them treat her better
She thinks that sexual pleasure
Will seal her fate
In their cold hearts
So she seeks to outdo herself Everytime
To outperform herself
They even applaud her for a job well done
She gives her lady parts
To the highest bidder
Forgetting that sex is just sex
But not proof of love

She lets her naivety get the best of her
She is the kind of girl who will drink poison
Just because she is thirsty!
She is the kind of damsel who would rather stick with a narcissist in the desert
Rather than be alone in paradise
She would stomach the hell they give her
Just to hear the devil sing!

She never puts herself first
She never chooses herself
Her happiness doesn’t matter
She is always chasing shadows
Following silhouettes
Always trying to be a dream catcher
She is misunderstood
Her whole life is a façade
She tries too hard to fake it
To impress them
And forgets that it doesn’t matter what they think
Cold cash makes her heart warm
Promises of flashy gifts
Gives her ego an orgasm
Making her desire manifest
Clouds her judgement

She loves to host a pity party
She caters to them
Prepares a buffet
To feed their grandiose appetite
At their own convenience
‘Compromise at her own expense’
Is her third name!



You left me shattered
Beat to the ground
My eyes swollen
From all the tears it cried
My heart massacred
From all the pain!

You left me helpless
Confusion was my second name.
I could barely think
I tried to get up
But my knees
Were so feeble
So damn weak
They couldn’t hold my weight!
My heart
Could not lift the weight
Of the burden
You left behind

The walls
That barricaded me
Making me appear strong
Caved in!
You left our love
Out in the cold
To wander
To a world unknown
Everything lost meaning
Within seconds!
You made everything
Appear blurred
The promises
The dreams
The vision
You messed it all
Clarity was lost
Peace was sought after
By my heart
My mind was messed up
I couldn’t think
About you anymore!
Your words of love
And promise
Became empty
Less desirable!


She was unconventional
Everything about her
Deviated from the norm
Her lifestyle
Her way of thinking
Her values
Her thoughts
She did not want to fit in
She cared less
About the universal standards
That had been put in place
To define her
And determine who she would be
I loved her
For being weirdly unique
For I was unconventional too!



My heart has loitered
The cold and dirty
Streets of love
In a desperate search
For a home
For a little warmth
To find somewhere
It could pass the night
With a great feeling of safety

My heart has been homeless
For a while now
It’s been wandering
World with no end
It has been lost
Locked up
But it has been set free
To find its own path



He was at war
With his demons!
He did not know
How to confront them.
They were always following him
Like his shadow
As if to,
Constantly remind him
Of their existence.

They had worn him out
He was struggling to stay
But they kept pulling him down,
To drown
In the pit of sadness
That kept whispering
In his ear
Whenever he was asleep,
Telling him how weak he was!

They wanted to get to him
Be a part of him
For they were looking
For a home
To reside in
And they thought of him
As the perfect host.

They dragged him
To a world unknown
Telling him
That they owned him,
They taunted his sanity
Tormented his peace;
How could he evict them!?