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SACRED ORGASM

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SACRED ORGASM
It is a waste of time
When the one heading this cunnilingus journey
has no head to think that my body, in its inner sanctuary
is a respecter of coitus interruptus
I mean, the earth they say is round, but to me, this is a flat one
This road is a slippery back and forth one dripping calm water
With hormones always raving at the slightest chant of orgasmic thoughts
in the presence of spirits and gods
bowed-eyed and drinking from this gourd of screaming orgasm
Rehearsing thoughts over tots of moans and soft praises
“Where are his hands” I whispered to myself
I fought back and forth, thinking “Oh, no hands allowed”
Then like sex-starved slaves of Amistad, he pleaded
“May I be allowed to give my offering upon this temple of liberation?”
I whispered “Offer your sacrifice on this altar of sexual incubation”
Each time, I stole glances at him my nerves twitched
His touch ignited wildfire across my temple
this gave me goosebumps
from atop these twin mountains set upon my chest
through the path that leads to my navel
and down through this forest of pleasure
cupping this clitoricentric spot, to where warmth is assured
I spoke in the unknown tongues of fiery gods
This world is a cold place you know
This right here is my defense
One orgasm at a time
Two, sit back, lay face-up
Three, inhale, exhale and watch an army gather
and ready to shoot through you
Four, don’t be scared
Five, never worry
Six, you won’t be sorry after an anthem is laced upon his tongue
as he slurps and moans at your unstable waistline
You, the owigiri dancer
You, the receiver of his worship
will hold his head as you stutter broken prayers
and your tongue no longer stays rooted in your mouth
You choose not to speak
For the devil is the choirmaster conducting the loud notes
you play aloud in staccato rhythms
or the ones caught in your mouth; close
Seven, let out the puff of air as you wake up refrains of oohs and aahs
Eight, he stops to kiss you and your body remembers
it is no respecter of emotions holding you back
Nine, just drip like the 5am soft August rain
Ten, remember to ask
“Does this head heading this journey deserve warmth in your sacred temple?
(c) NEO.Flo.Etry
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IT WON’T GO AWAY

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IT WON’T GO AWAY

It wasn’t so humorous

When all I see is your silhouette

Taking careful steps towards my reach

Each stride reminded me of pauses

Like that of an unfinished note, the ellipsis;

 

You came into my fastidious life

Like the congregating soft rain in August

On a quest to soothe my towering pain

You vowed and strained all the way

To bring the distant sunshine to my face

 

How can I forget you?

How can I not remember you who ploughed my garden?

You who planted seeds in me that never sprouted

How can I forget the hands that closed my doors?

How can I not remember that stormy day too?

 

For sure, we fought well

We loved hard, we did, but

The cracks in our hearts gave way…

 

No such memory would go away…

 

© Neofloetry

1/11/2018

6:38am

 

Photo credit: “modern love” http://www.nytimes.com

A SEA OF EMOTIONS (Big Brother Naija 3)

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A SEA OF EMOTIONS (Big Brother Naija 3)

“Hurting people hurt people.” Is a very catchy phrase that no one should consciously ignore. It is in fact supposed to be a personal wake up anthem for your everyday living. Once you have been hurt deep enough, you begin to hurt others in a certain unpleasant way. I have never been a super fan of the phrase ‘emotional wreck’, although there are times when our emotions tend to take the better part of our budding lives and turn it into a wilting flower (it takes the mercy of God to keep us back on track so we don’t die off). I have seen many being commandeered into being labeled such an individual, and in the long run, people begin to avoid such a person like a plague. Once they know that he/she is about to make a grand entry about a matter, everyone takes cover. Yes, everyone takes cover! Except for a few persons who are bold enough to confront, and or speak in a soft tone just for peace to reign.

Let me digress a bit. I remember sometime late last year when the BBNaija ad was up for this Season’s show, and a friend of mine said to me “you know you can go for this audition? If you eventually make it into the house, that would be awesome.” I smiled a bit, then got scared because, I am one person who avoids the larger public eye for so many reasons. I shrunk in my mind at the thought of being in a house filled with different people. The thought of how I’d cope if I found myself in an unpleasant situation. I never liked un-called for fights and arguments (I easily would want to make peace so that I can breathe normally for energy sustenance). I looked at my friend and smiled, then started boasting a little about what creativity I would push forward. But in my heart there’s no way for me to proceed further. The Port Harcourt auditions happened, and I was at home eating pounded yam and freshly made egusi soup. What is my own? I can’t come and kill myself jor.

When the Big Brother Naija Season 3 began, I wasn’t glued to my TV set just to know who the Housemates were; their names and what they even looked like. I wasn’t worried either. I was just minding my poetry business until one fine evening, I and my eighteen-year-old sister started the BBNaija discussion. Prior to that day, I had snooped in on my Instagram account to check out what was buzzing. I had seen a few faces, but didn’t give it another look. So, that evening the remote was ours for the evening since ‘General-Dad’ (sole owner of the TV remote) wasn’t home. I began to get myself acquainted with the few housemates my eyes captured; first, it was a sort of pairing I noticed. I noticed that some of the ladies were clinging on to the dudes like they were in a relationship show. I didn’t worry much, but then, i thought about the ‘double wahala’ tagline. Housemates were cuddling and making out, and all what-not. Well, I didn’t bother. I quickly decided to watch the game at least 3-4 times in a week (excluding party nights, and including eviction nights). It was fun, and the tempers were beginning to rise.

Weeks passed, and I had already picked out my favorite pair (BamBam and Teddy A fan). I loved the aura around them, even though were miles away. I loved the two. Miracle and Nina were the next two, but I still couldn’t understand their stand, Tobi and Cee-c were always in people’s faces with all the emotional rollercoaster, Lolu and Anto were just vibing with too much wittiness and what-not, Rico was standing alone, but loved the kitchen like no other, Ahneeka and Angel cruised on the wings of cupid but failed to admit they had been shot, Bitto and Princess…. Uhmm *scratches head*, Leo and Alex had an unsure quest going on for them, but…, then Dee-One and Vandora almost killed us with cunning dry jokes, and as for Khloe and K-Brule, the back and forth drunken prattles kept bouncing off like ping-pong balls, while Ifu ennada bathed us with her creative sides. Hmmmmm. Such showmanship on display.

Anyway, these housemates had it all together, I guess. They all took turns in diving into the Sea of mixed emotions. Some got me really pissed, while others warmed me up and made me excited… can you guess? I was getting fed up with this one Character who saw herself as higher and better than the other housemates. Her squinting eyes and famous eyelashes and hair made me cringe most times. I yelled a lot of times, while other times I just felt some sort of pity for her. She is human; very fickle, but the ‘toxicity’ was too much for many like me to bear. It baffled me how she gained such massive support. This only told me one thing (many human beings are drawn to ‘drama’, and they confuse it for realness). My question is “what then is realness?” does it mean that the other housemates were not being real? As far as I was concerned, every one of them was being ‘real’, but all jumped onboard with game strategies… Duh! Emotions began trickling from the inside, thus causing a verbal war on the outside. The Social media space was buzzing with abusive and verbal huffs and puffs. Team this against Team that. This whole enchilada began an emotional outrage! This was all madness. Yes, MADNESS! Everyone took a deep dive into that sea. See? (pun intended).

The BBNaija Season 3 ended for me when BamBam and Teddy A were yanked out simultaneously. I was pained, but I felt the kind of peace they felt when they escaped all the hate from within the house. Their bathroom incidence made it worse from most judgmental viewers. I am not saying that what ensued between them was right, but hey, they are human beings, and things like this are bound to happen, besides, the cameras brought it to the forefront, otherwise, not one viewer would have known. What about the ones not shown from other ‘sneaky’ housemates? Anyway, who am to analyze?

As it stands, the heat is turned up, and a caucus has been formed after fifteen successful evictions/disqualifications. Tolex (Tobi and Alex, Miracle and Nina, excluding King Cee-c who drowned in the sea of her tears today). Tobi and Alex are very much fond of each other, and I’m super sure Cee-c isn’t happy about it. Miracle and Nina had their fight before eviction night, but they seem to have grown deeply connected. Voting lines are still open, and this is the final week. Viewers/fans are voting like never before. It is a mad world out here; everyone rooting for their best housemates to win, because, 45 million Naira is at stake, but all I can say is “May the best man/woman win.”

 

At this point, we need our youths to focus their minds on the getting their PVCs, and prepare to vote in the upcoming 2019 elections.

 

(c) Edwina ‘Neofloetry’ Aleme

 

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