Who I am
I am what you might call an abnormal specie Although I possess most characteristics of homosapiens I feel homo…different People say I’m an epitome of art which I find amusing I feel more like a homeless spirit tossed around by the wind without purpose. I hardly do things my friends do, sometimes I try hard … Continue reading Who I am
July Be Green! (2018)
We rose with hopes and dreams and goals to give meaning to our living Now we behold the story told And we have heard how June is red And June is red The land has bled from massacres and fiery flares The air is rent with bloody scent With hearts forlorn our dead … Continue reading July Be Green! (2018)
For Those Boys Who Went Crying Blood And Water
(For my Jos boys) Jos was not just just to all of us. Plateau made the chaos that took away your pure souls to where torment is.we would purge out all our sins for this. I am not happy at all. I am not! some feelings keep chasing me like a hound dog back into … Continue reading For Those Boys Who Went Crying Blood And Water
We Plateau Much
Somewhere in Niger area… There are stories to tell; half and full, from the things we see temporarily and the things we can’t see ordinarily. Stories that make eagles sing. Dysphoria! We Plateau much. Oh! Our boys play to fight. They hate to love too. Did I tell you they hate growth? Eeew! One of … Continue reading We Plateau Much
Lamentation Of Black Men
I have never heard where white men say: “Because we are white”, “They didn’t like us”, “They didn’t want us in the game”, “They are racists”, and other pity inducing words whenever they lost in a competition. Instead, they frowned at what they could have done that they didn’t do when they had the opportunity … Continue reading Lamentation Of Black Men
Boys Are Not Stones I
When I saw this picture, I remembered how boyhood hurts. How we were planted in the hands of abuse; lost sisters and uncles. How our parents thought we were old enough to man ourselves, to find our way; so they gave us a weak freedom. They gave us freedom to our doom. The freedom that … Continue reading Boys Are Not Stones I
Genocide
let’s dive into the thought of that Benue woman. let’s see through her sorrow carved separately, how many children are born to die before noon? 1966 saw this on the tail of her skins proudly, till 1977, pogom of lunatic fringed our thoughts, We enslaved our reasonings to the ashes of right, everything without a … Continue reading Genocide
For Boys Like Me Who Grew Up In The Slums
FOR BOYS LIKE ME WHO GREW UP IN THE SLUM Dear boys: Makoko was never a better home for boys like us. Akala made us forget our skins to the burning sun. Ajegunle set the remains of our feelings on fire then it’s burnt into ashes. Then, Uvureke came hand in hand with scarlet letters … Continue reading For Boys Like Me Who Grew Up In The Slums
We Are Oliver Twists
A street hawker in Port-Harcourt prays that God provides heavily congested traffic A rich man in Lagos prays to avoid every congested traffic All these people are children of God After all, whether from the church or mosque, they both pray to the same God At this point I would ask if God shall … Continue reading We Are Oliver Twists
Eki: The Prince’s Bride
Along the river road The three young girls walked single file along the path that led to their village, Igodi. They were returning from the river, where they had gone to fetch water for their mothers. Placed on their heads were clay pots of different sizes with Edafe, who was at the rear of the … Continue reading Eki: The Prince’s Bride
The Yahoo Tale
The street taught me to be happy during good and bad times To share my pain with friends during the day and night times. The streets also taught me that easy money is good money My friends, with latest designers and hottest girls in the hood I’m a laughing stock because I rely on my … Continue reading The Yahoo Tale
The Invasion
I heard the sound Coming from afar I looked over the hills I couldn’t tell the sound Mountains melted Waters scattered the land The sun cried Cos she was asked to leave Then I could feel my feet Moved my whole body Just like a click Then I remember I heard the noise This time … Continue reading The Invasion
Man!! Stop the Blackmail – I am a feminist.
All I ask for is equality…not sameness. Religion is currently a tool for blackmail as men keep subjecting their women to an absurd level of slavery, claiming the man has been placed over the woman from the very beginning and backing up their claims with excerpts from both the Bible and the Quran. It is … Continue reading Man!! Stop the Blackmail – I am a feminist.
She Would be Here
Unbidden tears rolled down my cheeks. It was happening, what I’d feared the most. She was leaving despite all my efforts to stop her. I would be worthless without you. I won’t be able to wake in the morning, for my morning would be night without you. It was happening, what I’d dreaded the most. … Continue reading She Would be Here
For Those Boys Who Returned Home As A Breaking News
We have broken those kola nuts on the family shrines. Shattered elegies here and there in templates of agony. We may be a plight on the body of this river, we may not but your gracious imagination of thoughts must we reserve in the morning of this ancestry ancient memories. broken tenses tend to write … Continue reading For Those Boys Who Returned Home As A Breaking News