Many of us are yet to ask ourselves this important question. We date for various reasons. I know a guy whose girlfriend encouraged him to come over to Canada . .He refused saying he can’t live in another person’s house. I inquired further and realised that he felt the woman would be ” in charge … Continue reading Why are you in your current relationship?
Why do you believe what you believe? WE Believe so many things without inquiring why we adopt that belief. Are we influenced by authorities, expert or institutions? Dover believe because we have recited from memory repeatedly . We don’t need a belief that we are alive now .That is certain. We do need to believe … Continue reading wired to believe
The funeral had been the talk of town. The small town of Apomu had never seen so many people before: a phalanx of big luxurious cars – Bentleys, Rolls-Royces and Lexus – of the such the people had never seen before had started rolling in from the crack of dawn. These huge expensive mechanical beasts … Continue reading The Senator
SYNW set to showcase and immortalize 150 departed Nigerian writers through NAWRED The Society of Young Nigerian Writers (SYNW) has set aside January 19-25, 2020 as a week to immortalize and remember some popular and prominent departed Nigerian writers through her annual project tagged “National Week for Remembrance of Departed Writers (NAWRED)”. The National Week … Continue reading SYNW to showcase and immortalize 150 departed Nigerian writers through NAWRED
SYNW LAUNCHES TWO LITERARY BLOGS Society of Young Nigerian Writers (SYNW), an umbrella body of Young Nigerian Writers in Nigeria founded to promote creative writing and literary arts in Nigeria among writers between the ages of 10 and 40 today announced the launch of two literary blogs “Inside Nigerian Literature” @ www.insidenigerianliterature.blogspot.com and “Literary Opportunities … Continue reading SYNW Launches Two Literary Blogs
I just read that over twenty thousand babies were born on new year’s day alone. I quickly took my calculator to multiply twenty thousand with 365 days. The figure was over seven million birth annually. Majority of these babies are born to families who cannot cater for them . The parents would be quick to … Continue reading The Essence Of Children
I AM Igbo I’m not western, I am culture I am not a fraudster, I’m enyi gi (your friend) I am not bureau-de change; I facilitate money supply (Omee-ego) I am not violent I am not stereotyped I am not a ritualist I am an entrepreneur I am literate I am humane I am not … Continue reading I AM Igbo
They lied when they told us a man must first die Before seeing either heaven or hell. Because they are palpably alive with us here. Hell is neither beneath us nor heaven above. They meet on our street side every other time. On your left is heaven. On your right is hell. Depending on whether … Continue reading Heaven and Hell
I met my godfather not long ago The 12th of May is when i think it was A churchgoing morning, the day he picked me Only to drop me three months later I know I could be difficult But, I also know that isn’t why He let me know he fathered another And a week … Continue reading Godfather
The most apt metaphor to describe My beautiful country, Nigeria, is darkness. Black is beautiful, as our complexions are dark. It is so dark in here because there is no light. It is the kind of darkness that defies court orders; It will break the laws of Physics or any other law. Decades ago, because … Continue reading Power Failure
For a human to die its just a twinkle of an eye.
An eye for an eye makes the world go blind.
We run for our life as we are killed by our very own.
We are back to history when brother kill’s brother like cane and Abel.
We are men in black without suit and tie, so is our strength hidden in dark.
But we have sold our right like isaw and Jacob for a mear plate of rice.
Like a biblical prophecy our neighbouring brothers has forsaken us.
Xenophobia has become our way of life.
Mama Africa, the mother of all blacks, the rainbow nation has spilled our blood.
Your giant hunger for war to cleanse your land.
The song of vengeance play in our hearts.
The weapon of battle receives strength in the hands of our warrior.
Mama, once again the labour of our heroes now burns with the bodies of your children, with our blood as fuel.
We count the bodies of our people like a king counts his wealth.
Mama, your giant has been stabbed and your well is filled with our blood.
The sun has shut it’s light, for the night is angry, shouting at the borders of Africa the heart of we black it’s bleaching white.
At the dawn of the new moon, the loud whisper rings it’s endless bells in my imaginations, whilst calmly I lay me down on a ship wreck behind the walls of my thoughts. With my teeth at war with each other, loudly came the word; CHANGE, the voice I heard in my veins when I … Continue reading The Name CHANGE
Night and day walk like the waves as life runs endlessly in the pity of the Godhead. Like the scales we are joined to protect our culture, yet our strength is weakened by our love for Mammon. How then shall we call the spade a spade when our intellect is chastised by our love for … Continue reading The Black Race
When she waved, I saw Those agile hands, That refused to plead for a place. But laboured to earn every kobo f her fort Calloused, but beautiful Those warm loving hands, That didn’t hush the little girl, Or to snatch the pestle from her brother, And walked them through life nd learning. Calloused, but beautiful … Continue reading Calloused but Beautiful
He called my name.From, a long distance. I overheard and turned back. To see who it was. I could not recognize the face. I placed my hand on chest. To asked and know if he was calling me. He nodded his head in affirmation. So, I waited for him. He walked briskly over where I’m. … Continue reading Change: another of its kind.