Imole Olusanya

 I happened to witness a crime. I saw a man tamper with the parts of a parked Lexus RX in the parking lot of the bottling company where I worked. The owner of the car was my archenemy at work. He was a friend of the chief executive officer and he got my position on getting employed. He did not even think of how his being employed got me to leave the seat of the financial manager for him, he was specifically cruel towards me. I knew he abhorred me because his friend, the chief executive officer, praised me in his presence for taking care of the position better than him when I was there. He hated me till he finally found a way of getting me out of his sight forever. He plotted against me and that made the enraged manager order me to leave the company. However, on getting to the parking lot, I found a man doing something to his car while looking around once in a while. I watched the man leave and I immediately left where I was hiding. Despite having worn a cap to cover a large part of...

  Be it a friend like foe be it a foe like friend this to all applies woe you are and to you is woe. With your scent alluring, touch soothing into my bosom you crept like poison ivy out of your stem prickles advanced and peace you made part ways with me. You are the smoke that even when I it chokes on its pointe it spins dancing wildly to my woes. Be it a foe evolving be it a full fledged foe as the sky above the earth remains so will I above you all remain. Here is a poem about enemies of all sorts. The poetic persona compares them to creeping plants with alluring scent and soothing touch but eventually take peace away from him, for example, poison ivy causes serious itchy skin and discomfort. In the third stanza, they are compared to smoke that dances as the person it chokes gradually dies. The last stanza concludes the poem as the poetic persona says he will always remain above every enemy, be it a developing enemy or one that has fully developed. The poem is in four stanzas wit...

  The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror.  I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end. The pursuer arrived in a hoodie. I could not see his face but I did discern that he was a man of my age. He stopped almost a yard away from me and chuckled. "What were you thinking? That you can escape death?" That was when I knew who he was. His voice was not just familiar. It belonged to my friend, my childhood friend. "Jacques?" I asked in bewilderment.  He pulled the hood off his head and my gaze rested on his unfriendly gaze. I shook my head, trying not to believe the vivid truth. "Jack, don't tell me that you were the one who attacked Jones. Don't tell me that, please don't."  We were three. We were as thick as thieves. I, Jones, and he. We grew old together and we loved one another greatly but...  "I did! I attacked Jones and I'll make sure ...