Yearning allayed
By fond memories of
Morning cuddles
And forehead kisses
Fluffy pancakes
Made of love and fondness

Playful tickles
And lusty bearhugs
From-the-back embraces
And prankish smacks on your curvy derrière

Oh! how I miss you

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The plastic cadence of the laptop
Keys as I clicked away exuded elegance
And a hypnotic rhythm against the quotidian din
Of the bustling ward:
Crying children, and muted conversations,
Purring equipment and whooshing ceiling fans.

I was businesslike and urgent
Keeping pace with the attending’s dictations
Typing faster than I could ever write
Hurtling closer to the workday’s end.

It had been tedious from morning:
We’d barely conquered the busy clinic in record time
And now we tackled the ward rounds
With brainstorms, standing at the bedsides.

The team had tired –
Fatigue had crept upon us;
And the delicate computer clicks
Altogether sounded so much like sighs!


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Unintended Muse

She’s pretty
That’s a given
Of course, she
Knows she’s pretty
But how pretty
I’m not sure she

So fine
Her twin dimples
Break forth in smiles
Her sculpted cheeks
So appealing and cute

Her obvious youth
A refreshing sensation

Yet elegant

Her full, black
Hair, rich without perms
Combed straight
And made up in a bun

Overall classy
In her electric blue dress


Copyright ©April 23, 2019. Elo Igboeli. All Rights Reserved.


Do not say there is no God.
For you do not know;
There are many little things
You do not know,
So be quiet and ponder.

My God is to whom I owe my being.
And through good times and hard times
From whom I seek strength and inspiration.
Therefore, do not say to me
There is no God!

Maybe you are your own god;
Maybe you reject the concept of gods;
Maybe you are not sure what to believe;
There are very many things
I do not know, but

Do not say to me, there is no God!
My God, whom I chase after,
Dwells in me, and yet is bigger than everything
My God is loving and understanding;
Omnipotent and ever-present;
Omnipresent and omniscient.
That is my God!

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I think to myself
What goes on in her mind;
While I consider and say
I need to soak up all this warmth
She exudes.

I lean in closer
Your softness presses my arm
Softer and more inviting
Than the cosy cinema seats:

I wonder
Did she just shiver;
Maybe I’m sapping her heat.
I feel intimate.
You grab my arm,
And tilt your head
Snuggling closer.

I inhale the whiff of your natural hair
And then the shampoo and hair cream –
So inviting!
Thoughts flood my mind.
I wish things.
I stroke your full thighs through your stretch jeans.
I long to touch.
To touch.
I long for a kiss.
For answers.
What goes on in your head.

Copyright ©January 5, 2017. Elo Igboeli. All Rights Reserved.


Like you
I’m ageing
Albeit ahead of you
I’ll hit forty.

I was young
And pretty
(I still am);
Full of ambition.

I was bright,
Brilliant and brimming
With unbridled exuberance;
An ebony beauty with catchy pink lips.

The many years have
Made me plump, and rounded
Me off in myriad ways;
Within I remain my former self

Yet scarred and hardened,
Galled by certain wars
Of love and heart and betrayal;
A little of me still shines bright.

I’m above judgement
(Especially yours)
Your puerile mind
Will never fathom my history!

I am a woman
(Complicated, they say);
Unmarried and influential,
Adept at what I do!


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