Ifa yesterday, Ifa today, Ifa tomorrow

People want magic to fit in a bottle But most often it doesn’t Magic at its best is Messy 

I stand Center stage Blinded by a flood of light Hoping to be heard Dreaming of acceptance That will never come Shamans live In forests On...

I am alone This room is cold Silence wraps me tightly Unclear whether my eyes are open My sight betrays only the darkness that surrounds...

There are some doors We must walk through alone Open only for an instant Before vanishing One step forward and We become one With everythin...

Alaafia all, A break from the usual poetry to offer up this wonderful review of my book "This poem called life: Contemplations on Odu I...

It's still Out here Lying in the grass Looking up at the night sky Body hurtling through space A million miles an hour Quickly goi...

There is a magic that lives In the space where Survival meets opportunity A spark that when ignited Breathes life into the lifeless Pulling ...