I strive towards perfection I try to do things without defection But hard as I may try, I cannot help but miss the sky Each time I scatter my grains I try to gather using my brains Even though I work like a Flunky The task before me seems ever bulky The … Continue reading Imperfection
9 It was three in the morning. He had not been able to sleep a wink. His thoughts were consumed with his intimate encounter with Misi. If he had not regained his senses, he would have slept with her and regretted it afterwards. He found pleasure in the fact that she was also attracted … Continue reading Heartstrings 9
(For my parents who left home decade sum years ago) By our culture men do not die they leave for the forest to hunt animals in the bush I could remember at my seventh my father took a iron stick putting some fire to murder a rat he said he would not kill it at … Continue reading A Hunter and A Trader
With a sound of thunder the mist clears from the skies As with a shout sweats mixed with tears drops from my eyes Like a chef i do not rest Because the world expects only the best As knives and spoons i am making dishes So with pen and paper i am granting wishes Hours … Continue reading Unveiling
8 He closed from work and decided to check on the Philips before heading home that evening. Their apartment was in a three storey building, five houses away from where his clinic was located. He said goodbye to the receptionist on his way out and walked briskly to the spot he parked his car. … Continue reading Heartstrings 8
You should have been there, between the clumps of misery, and contrasting reality. You should have been there, at that threshold that restrained everything. We were certain We’d run Mad. Clothes peeling,Lungs blaring mad. At those Moments when You should have been there. Ever heard Cricket Croo-Crooing in an Uptown town? Mingled with sweat sounds. … Continue reading Old Houses. Peeling Walls.
By @lordjoshwrites Previously on JUMAI Mark felt something on the back of his head. He turned around slowly and he came face to face with Major and a gun on his head. He looked at the girl with his shirt. “Please help me talk to Baban, my friend’s name is Jumai.” The girl nodded. Murdered … Continue reading Jumai Episode 8
“Nedu please stop, I’m still with Prince”…… she muttered scarcely to his hearing. The effect of those words was instant. He detached himself from her and lay on his back. He wanted to speak almost immediately but either he was short of words, or he just couldn’t find his voice. In the end, it took … Continue reading Reminisce from a fractured heart
“Guy, I see Tolu oh!” “Tolu? Who is Tolu? Wait, wait, wait, it’s a lie! Tolu! Miss Nipples! Miss fuck me if you can, Tolu? Guy you sure?” “Banky, it was her, live!” Benjamin was on the phone with his close friend and confidante Bankole. They both had gone to the same school and also … Continue reading Butterfly Blues (3)
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The Committee In Your Head by Eze Ifeanyichukwu Peter “Tell that noisy committee in your head to shut up.” The preacher said. Twilight comes, and I am here in its embrace. I am here on the roadside waiting for a conveyance home. I hum a tune like I am happy that today’s work is … Continue reading The Committee in Your Head
My small pot of Indomie was gone. It was a neat job from a sticky hand. No doubt the missing launch had been under the thief’s microscope while I prepared it, because seven minutes roughly stood between me and my missing chow. I had left my small corner of kitchen in that happy-whistling mood of … Continue reading Stolen Hunger…
Dear son, When today comes and yesterday has become the chirping of birds, Do remember that those rags here are golden chambers, silver linen for some generations yet unborn. Do not follow this popular saying that there is light at the end of every tunnel and if they say, ask them, What colour God wears. … Continue reading All Tunnels, Son!
7 He saw Misi standing at the doorway clad in a knee length straight brown dress with a pink bow at the waist line. The colour blended with her chocolate brown skin, making her look fresh, clean and desirable. Her dark brown shoulder length hair was curled at the tip, giving her a stylish … Continue reading Heartstrings 7
By @lordjoshwrites Baban looked at the girl through the screen door, he was still undecided on what to do with her. He wanted to keep her alive, hostages could come in handy but she was also potential trouble. Her wealthy father would stop at nothing to have his daughter back. It also meant that her … Continue reading Jumai Episode 7