Mimosa Pudica

Touch me gently, not roughly,

For I am sensitive. Your soft touch tickles my soft side.

When pushed to the wall, I go home, close the door and cry.

Talk to me gently, not too loudly,

For I love the quietude and the transient solitude that the romantic touch of my lover brings. Let the music play on bedroom volume to caress my ears in my cautionary sleep.

The lost laptop fires creativity,

for creativity is not in the laptop; it is in the mind of the Muse’s son. Only the monstrous and the uncreative resort to stealing laptops in order to stop creativity.

As I told the Pharaohs, the Scribes and the Pharisees far back as 2011, you can take everything from me, but you cannot take what the Muse deposited in me.

Mimosa Pudica!

When I sleep, it does not mean that I am dead,

for in my sleep, I dream of poetry and rapturous tales. When I awake, the world comes alive with stories that touch the heart and the soul.

Mimosa Pudica!

Touch me not or you will die. You cannot touch the untouchable, the Lord’s anointed, and go unpunished. You cannot harm the harmless man and go Scot free.

Mimosa Pudica!

On this road side, I am stationed by nature. I have never caused you any injury. As you pass by, please pass in peace and let me face my fair share of worldly troubles in my peace. Ayem iko owo isiyemme iko ye ayem iko owo.

Mimosa Pudica!

Though we sleep, we do not die. If we fall, we will rise again. When we rise, we take action, the action of the ancient Anunnaki, Enlil, Enki, Igigi, Nephilim, Nimrod and Yeshua.

Mimosa Pudica!

Touch me and die

you who takes my silence for weakness. My nyctinastic movement will shock and surprise you, when you see monsters in your nightmare.

You claim Mastery, but you lack mastery in the craft of survival. You cannot be a Fabaceae, you are like the dry leaves in the heat of the harmattan.

You call yourself my brother, but your heart is slippery, plotting evil against an Atabong blood.

Mimosa Pudica!

Your stealthy action was meant to shame me; but I am coming in my glory.

Mimosa Pudica!

I respect, I do not fear.