I think the worst thing that could happen after losing someone you love, someone you’ve spent virtually your entire life with, is the inability to feel. No grief, no heartache just the inexplicable dread that one day, could be a year, a month or a week, that cold, lifeless hunk of flesh, stuffed into … Continue reading Grief
the darkness feels like home dead both in heart and soul nothing now is nothing the still eyes and the blank mind the spark that was put out long before any struggle the fight that could not even surface as a dream the lifelessness of the gross material dust to dust ash to the sea … Continue reading Veil
Was the Reformation okay for the world, especially the African world?
INSTITUTION OF NIGERIAN WRITERS (The Workshop arm of the Nigerian Society of Authors) In conjunction with the SOCIETY OF YOUNG NIGERIAN WRITERS Presents 2015 FREE CREATIVE WRITING WORKSHOP (SECOND EDITION) Date: 25th of July, 2015 Time: 12:00 PM Venue: Amphitheatre, U.I, Ibadan For who: Upcoming/Aspiring Writers, Freelance Writers, unpublished authors, editor, students, civil servants etc. … Continue reading 2015 Free Creative Writing Workshop (Second Edition)
I like them slim Like them simple Love them in casuals Slim and fit and adorbs Simple as they are attentive Attentive to me and world events In love with me, in awe of me Easily delighted, easily bored A reader of books and music Writer of poems, cuddly ones I like my man to … Continue reading How I like them
You never feel sexy enough for him. You think your thighs are too thick, your arms are too wobbly, your tummy is too flabby, your chin is too fatty and of course there’s the hair. You have hair everywhere – your legs, your back, your arms, your tummy, your face. You’ve had something close to … Continue reading Sexual Attraction…
A creation that was made in perfection. A creation that now lives in tension. He has gone from imperfection to destruction. Destruction that has led to the fission of the, relationship between creator and creation. In perfection it was created. Inside perfection,imperfection existed, because without imperfection, perfection will never be stated. Its existence, exist in … Continue reading The Beast
All you wey get dirti moni make you run go London or New York before he catch you! All you wey tink Government moni na ya pocket moni he go catch you! All you wey get Government position and tink say na ya papa house he go comot you! All of you … Continue reading Di General Don Come Back – Pidgin Prose
gushing from left to right I see it in its redness. Looking away I stagger and saunter into a field in my blindfold. Eyes now open I see me stepping on blood; whose blood I know not. Looking ahead I see a once vast arable land clothed in crimson. I wonder whose it was. Walking … Continue reading Aceldama
Every shade © Folakemi Emem-Akpan By the time I pushed our daughter into the world, she’d been fourteen years long overdue. And we’d not expected, hoped to hold an infant again, to watch a baby sleep, to be the ones to ease the cries of a newborn. And I for one had not expected … Continue reading Every shade
A place of tears for many. When you become a resident, It matters not if you are wealthy Whether in gold, money or property. A place of nostalgia for some. memories of friends ugly and handsome In tales, a place where spirits hover Whose bodies death presided over. … Continue reading Graveyards
Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you plann’d: Only remember me; you understand … Continue reading Remember
Na wetin we fit speak as omo naija What language shall we have as Nigeria? Our local yarning fat with bele Yet being official puts our culture on sale No chao for belle and man still dey on him grind For in here we choose not to stay blind As Omo naija we dey kaku … Continue reading Omo naija wetin be our mama tongue?
Pineapple Estate, Time: 3:56pm Mariam: ( runs to hug her brother) Jady you’re back! Welcome home! Jadison: Thanks, sis. Where is mum and dad? Mariam: She just went for a walk with friends…She had waited too long for you. Dad’s at work, you know that…and…Where are the goodies? Don’t tell me you left Abuja’s … Continue reading Crossed From Cradle (Second Act)
The smell of death The hell below the earth. The fell that is felt. The hope that seems to melt The sight of darkness. The beginning of fear and sadness. They rise not at dusk. At dawn they erect their kiosk. Sinking their fangs, increasing mortality. Their venom, posterity; has not immunity. Turning the incorruptible … Continue reading Vampires