Verses By Beordoon

Musings of a Maskuraid…

Month: July 2017

WHEN FATE PLAYS FAIR

Photo Credit - Google A truck passed and bathed the sodden crowd huddling under the bus stop’s awning in halogen light. At that precise moment she looked my way, and I smiled at her. It was pure instinct and I wasn’t expecting any reaction to be honest, but she smiled back, and suddenly the miserable weather was forgotten. Such was the power of that dazzling smile. It completely hypnotized my soul. **** Only one word can describe the day I just had. Crazy! The crowd at the More...

SLEEPING TABLET

Photo Credits - Google By the time I got back to the bathroom he was already seated in the tub and chest deep in soap suds. His pile of wet clothing lay in the corner, so I slipped the yellow towel robe off my shoulders, dumped it on the floor, walked awkwardly across the linoleum and joined him in the warm bath. For once I was grateful for the size of the damn thing, never mind that I’d always complained about the space it took. This is clearly not me. I am a rational being, maybe More...

TILL THE END

Photo Credits - Google Can I sit with you when you hurt, Shoulder to shoulder on the sandy shore, Fingers intertwined with yours, Drinking in the weighty silence, While we watch the lazy river slowly float past, On it's winding voyage to the sea?   Can I be your support when you despair, A quiet rock for your unsure back, And the attentive ear that stays cocked, Tuned in spite of life's noise, Listening as you breathe your pain free, At More...

WHAT’S IN A NAME?

Photo Credit - Google I love the taste of your name. I love the fact that it's a mixture of many things; sun, air, water, heat, hair, sweat, cold and humus. Your name tastes of laughter; of happiness and warmth, of love and lust, and of hunger and dreams and fantasies fulfilled. It tastes of life itself and every good thing therein, and every time it touches my tongue, your name leaves a picture of satisfaction boldly etched on the sensory canvas that is my brain. Your name is a dopamine More...

ANNE’S REWARD (R18)

As her supple fingers kneaded and moved over my lubricated flesh, I could feel all the aches in my joints slow dissolve and leave. The stiffness in my muscles brought about by sitting long hours in that damned office chair, the stress resulting from the long hours spent sitting in the madness of Lagos traffic all dropped off me one by one like discarded weights. It felt so good that I closed my eyes and started humming. The past week had been a roller coaster at the law firm where I work. More...

FENCES

Photo Credit - Google Fences.  Sometimes they're purely reflex, born of habit, nurtured by time and entrenched by routine. Yes they may keep bad vibes out, but it's sad when they screen the good ones too.  Who wants to miss out on such a fantastic connection as you?  Not me. So I'm sorry, for the indiscriminate nature of my barriers, and this is me hoping I get another chance to throw my gates wide open, so you can experience the beautiful gardens laid out behind my high More...

WRONG TURN

Photo Credits  - Google He reared backwards from the prone body on his bed in horror. “Sheila,” he called softly. She didn’t respond. “Sheila,” he called again, louder this time. Still there was no response. Her beautifully firm brown tipped breasts stared at the ceiling, and her chest was still. From his crouching position he could see that her eyes was open but there was no sight in them. Slowly he moved closer and felt her wrist, then her neck. Her body was still warm, More...

BADMUS

Photo Credits - Google   “Badmus, are you okay?” “Yes sir.” “Are you sure?” I nodded in the affirmative. He continued looking at me for a while before he spoke again. “In that case, please see me in the staff room during recess.” “Yes sir,” I replied, before looking away from his penetrative gaze to stare at my toes. Mr Scouser was too perceptive and caring to be a teacher in a Nigerian school, but maybe his keen eye and concern had something More...

THE LAGOS DREAM

Photo Credits - Google. “Pray,” they said. “For every good thing you want from God.” So I did, for the realization of my Lagos dream. That was many years ago. Today is Sunday, the 9th day of July 2017, and I can’t help but smile as I check my score card. I have a fine chick, my own tomato Jos. Baby is captain of team light skinned, with a solid view at the back, a good future in front of her, and Coca Cola bottle shape just like the girls in those ‘Clarence shot it’ More...

EYE TO EYE

Photo Credits - Google   Just the two of us, Alone, hidden from the world, Somewhere secret on Passion Street, Where sweaty bodies sync, And a belabored bed sings, As hearts mutually beat, To the rapturous rhythm, Of coital bliss!   Nothing else counts, Naira, dollars or pounds, Propriety can wait, Society and its judgmental face, Morals forgotten at the gate, While we relate, Out of sight, you and I, Thirsty souls, cummin’ nigh… More...

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