I paint the sleaziest and morally debased pictures

I draw women exposed in their

feminine sexuality

I write words that are bad

words you’ll call evil;

words that would choke your heart

I’m an artist, and I’m a destroyer

I destroy the order of societal

norms and cultures

To hell with them all…


Her Curves

Even in a floppy dress
Her curves are well defined
The moment She pulls off Her clothes
Barin’ Her dark skin before your eyes
You burst open with a load of passion
One you’d never thought existed in you
It’s Lust boilin’ with Love
Awe and respect tethered on hunger
You can’t wait to have Her
Yet the more of Her you have
The more of Her you want
Insatiable urge. Irresistible temptation.

NIGHT: Prelude_

One Night
I heard a knock on the window
A light breeze brushed in on
my face
And my hair bristled with fright
There was someone standin’ there
A figure lookin’ straight @ me
I stared back until I could make out what it was
It was me; maggots crawlin’ on my face
My voice out of the silence spoke
“It is time.”


they say Black is Sin
and maybe they’re right
cause the Black Woman
is the temptation you can’t resist
in Her eyes is the lust that pulls you in
Her quirky smile will ruin your heart
Her body is a compilation of wonders
unfoldin’ piece after piece
Her breasts is the bundle of warmth
that has nurtured cooin’ babies and grown men
Her bum is the symmetry of perfection
and between Her legs is the gateway to life
the abode of pleasures, saturated satisfaction
no one would see the pink meat and not eat
not me; not you; not anyone; can resist
She’s a fountain of enlightenment
the more of Her you know the more of Her you want
Delve into Her mind, delve into Her soul
Bask in the glory of all She is…

#PhotoCredit_ PreciousAmarachiUgo_


We are the moments that will last forever. You happened in my life and brought me hope. The hope that I may after all live on to see the next day. And now it’s been a compilation of next days cumulatin’ to give a year. In all these days I sleep every night and awake every mornin’ livin’ for you, knowin’ in-between these days that I possibly can’t last long without you somewhere still in my life, and so I swore to make you happy. You are my happiness, my life, it’s fair I do all I can, whatever I can to make you happy. All I am and all I’ll ever be is yours, I push myself, task myself to be that best for you, to give you the best. Now, I may have faltered in the past to do this, and maybe in someway I’m yet to be IT, but I promise someday soon whether we end up together or not, I’ll make you the happiest woman alive. Goodnight…


Some days are empty
Some days are dark
Some days I’m devoid
of the will to live
And my soul beckons onto death
Some days my monsters
Come out to play pullin’ me @ both arms
Some days my pains engulf me
And all I have left are the scars
Some days I think about it all and laugh
Someday it will all end and I’ll be free


Who am I? I am the thousand faces of hunger silhouetted in the mask of smiles and laughter. I am the 276 girls stolen @ the hour of night from their hotels. I am their tears. I am their fears. I am their hope. I’m the broken hearts of the families left behind. I am the hundreds of lives blown into shreds of flesh while there’s a feast @ the rock. I am the victims of religious intolerance. I am the stabbed. The wounded. The lifeless. Oh, I am the frail teenage boy locked in chains and dumped in a solitary room for days on to face the horror of my crime. What crime? I stole a piece of meat off my step mother’s pot. I am the 8 year old raped by her uncle. I am the breathless 12 year old girl hawkin’ (pure) water to go to school, but was lured to a corner and raped by five men. I am that sickness you feel @ the base of your insides as you read this. I’m the pain. I’m the anger. And one day I’ll blow out. Consumin’ everythin’ and everyone in my path. I am the avenger.


The other day
@ the bus station
I met this gal
She looked like the
kinda gal I could date

She was dark
Not the kinda dark that
bordered @ black
She was chocolate dark
Darkish-Brown; shiny

She had a gigantic butt
Perfect the pair of it
In unison like placin’ two
Question Marks facin’ each other

I walked to her
Said “Hi”, She said “Hey”
@ first one could decipher she was lost
As if not knowin’ where she was
And not knowin’ how
to get to where she wants

I bothered to ask where she was goin’
And she begun to chatter
I was right
She had lost her way and her purse
No money, no iPhone
No means of gettin’ where she wants

I knew this was my chance to score big
Then I said “Excuse me”
She answered “Ok”

To a corner I went
To call Malik
Flickin’ thru my contacts
Ahmed, Ayad, Cent, Duff, Fat, Favor, Gabe, Hannah, Justin, Lillian, MALIK

That name I dial
Cring, cring, cring,
Cring, cring, cring,
No answer

I concluded Malik was sleepin’
For no other reason would he not pick
– But where do I get a car to take her
The cash I have wouldn’t do us both

So I placed my cell back in my pocket
And I return to the station
To that bootylicious gal
But what do I find?
She not there

My eyes traveled fast
In a car they found her
With the Politician Guy

Apparently I had been long
Tryin’ to reach a dozin’ Malik
And in my absence
The guy had made a proposal
And she had said yes

If he took her everywhere she wants
She would simply grace
His bed that night

She caught my eyes
And soon approached me
Then said she’s gotten a ride
And hoped we meet again someday

I said I hope so too
And wished her luck
And she thanked me

The guy pulled the car toward us
She got in
waved her hands
And he sped off

In a way
He had removed a burden
As I couldn’t possibly
Keep her any longer
Since Malik didn’t answer
And I couldn’t spare my last money

All in all
I’m Ok with the whole thin’
As a writer
I forever keep watch
for such encounters

Because without experiences
A writer writes stuffs that are borin’

Though I may miss
The final insertion
Still yet I am able to imagine
The whole process
And derive Orgasm

I am satisfied.