It all began in a bus Full of passengers who didn’t hesitate to curse The air was tense and void of serenity Like there was another tsunami Despite the loveless state of the atmosphere An angel beside me could still stare Curiosity won and I looked in return Oh! What an embellishment to the world … Continue reading Strange Angel
My father, you i haveMy father, you i needI have a father; lostI have a father; foundI have a father; mystery is His Outcast me he madeMy extensions are potsherdsMy extensions are half-departedMy life on a trajectory I have a father; foundWisdom and honour are hisObedience and command are hisWithout him, folly might have married… … Continue reading A Trillion
The Dead poet I lay my words in books A thousand years to come And I wonder how then it will look For so many years had come and gone For friends, unseen, unborn, and unknown For students of sweet English tongue Read out my words at night alone I was a poet, I was … Continue reading My Thoughtful Poems
When I was eleven years old, I choked on a fish bone. My mum used to make iced-fish stew for dinner every Sunday then, and my favorite part of the fish was the head. Only God in heaven knows why l liked it – I certainly don’t remember – but after that episode with the … Continue reading The Fish Sword
I know you guys are shaking your head in disapproval, but be open minded when you read before you crucify them, lol! You know I love my characters! Enjoy! ________ Jamal Mujahid was having an affair. His marriage was on the rocks and had been for a long time. He was ashamed to admit it … Continue reading The Northern Prince Part 4
The knife I so thoroughly dug into the woodThe steel blade through which my hurt flowedThe wooden table wouldn’t take the painIt split its skin like frayed hay, soaked in waterI fought to act out how you tore my spirit Maybe in that I’d find escape With your fingers, your hands, your abilityYou laid hands … Continue reading May Fire Burn Them
CONVERSATIONS IN MY HEAD. PART 1 on the way home from work Just woke up this morning with a scowl on my face. Yesterday one of my housemates had pissed me off and, trust me, I flipped a piss. I got her real mad; she could not speak let alone eat her dinner.Again this morning, … Continue reading Conversations In My Head
Jerry sat in the darkness behind the lit-up stage and surveyed the audience. It was mostly made up of young boys and girls. Just the right age, he thought, letting his thoughts drift. The coordinator of the programme was standing in the stage’s limelight, microphone in hand, trying to get the evening’s show afoot; the … Continue reading The Evening Programme
This is welcoming me back from a long hiatus; it was necessary, and yes, I missed you too!! The Fairy God Father says I’m a dreamer. He says that I’ve always loved to dream; from the feasible to the obviously impossible, this princess will dream! He also says that I’m a fighter, meaning that no … Continue reading Chronicles Of The Fairy Godsister – I Have A Dream!
School days, secondary school days or high school days were so very interesting. Being in a school that is associated with the Navy was interesting also. At first, it was all new to me but I got accustomed to it later on. I began secondary school as a day student, and then I was a … Continue reading Ollymoore.
NOT ME My heart cries out for time But the world calls me lazy I tray that I know from prime Yet they say I’m truly crazy I know what I want but none Yet I’m said to be blind Why do men hate uncommon men? I was created to be in line I know … Continue reading Motivating Life
Her earrings glistened silver in the moonlight, though they were made of a mixture of silver and gold; she was beautiful and her eyes gleamed with intelligence. She was dressed in a knee length scarlet red dress that belied her calm looks. She entered the club carrying a black clutch purse and stiletto heels. All … Continue reading The dark house
I remember clearly the first time I saw Mopelola, or should I say met, or . . . discovered? I don’t know but all I know is that that was the first time I laid eyes on Mopelola. As the third daughter of a struggling overworked mother who had five other daughters and a father … Continue reading Mopelola
I was half way across the expansive living room when my cell phone rang. Without breaking my stride, I removed it ,glanced at the strange number, but still depressed a key and brought it to my temple. ‘Asalama alaikum.’ I invoked peace on my caller. “Kankura, I must speak with you immediately.” Colonel Musa Shiekh! … Continue reading The Brutus Syndrome
It was the most frightful night I ever had. It seemed the forces of darkness conspired to teach me the realities of metaphysics, so they placed a black blanket over the earth shutting the watchful eyes of God. As I think back, my mind is replete with images of scared demons scampering from mortal men … Continue reading That Night