In Houses where Sleep is the Only Silence

That kiss you gave me caused me chest pains

The moon doesn’t need coffee to keep vigil

Which toddler, in quest of adventure, fiddles with the tiger’s scrotum?

I wish figurines in shrines actually eat sacrificed meat

For God Shall Be Without A Name

How did you feel reading the above lines? In school I hated poems. Our teachers made poetry look so tough and hard to read and was reserved for special people who could see spirits in the day. But I decided to do different. Yes, me, Emeka Nobis. I’ve gone against the norm to bring to your poem sweet and simple. In fact, very simple. I hope you do enjoy all the poems in this book.

I fired myself from a job of 10 years. Today, all I do is to release words in the human soul. This back page is too small to know me. Visit www.emekanobis.com to see what can tell you a lot more.