(a play for young adults) NOTE: Intellectual discretion is needed for the direction and setting of this play. Scene One CHARACTERS Dennis’s mother [DeM] Dennis’s father [DeF] DeF: [enters] Your son! Your only son!! Your only child!!! DeM: Don’t get so worked up, Papa Dennis. You know I had complications during his birth. DeF: I … Continue reading MASTER PLAYER: Excerpts
I say that I am beautiful, You say that I am not; You tell me what I am, I’d rather tell you what I am not. Without many words you make me feel dorky, flicking through your glossy insides makes me feel it is a crime to be. You’re before my eyes When I want … Continue reading Definition of me…
I thought I was a Lagosian. Today ,I realised I am still a native of Ogbomoso. I left my shirtmaker in Tinubu Square on my way home. I watched Muslims pray in unison with the spirit of Ramadan hovering in the air. I wanted to take a bike but after haggling with motorcycle operator , … Continue reading Las Gidi
Miss Bikini screamed Miss Bikini said Jide forced her Miss Bikini said Jide raped her Jide said he thought she wanted it The way she walked past him The way she smiled Seductively The way she winked Flirtatiously Old Miss Saggy said there was no excuse And old Miss Wild-Past Feminist said Jide had to … Continue reading They Would Call It Misogyny.
It was morning. Daylight streamed from the wide glass pane windows and cut broad swathes over the bed, tinting wrinkled white sheets with a halo of gold. She stirred and rolled from one edge to the next, gathering the bedspread around her like the beginnings of a Boubou. Her feet sought and found the ground, … Continue reading Love, Lady Luck
The bright lights flash before their eyes The light is so bright it’s blinding It feels like the sun’s brightness They are convinced it is the sun It was what the booze and the ganja said They had their bodies but their minds were far The booze had taken them to cloud nine The ganja … Continue reading Under The Influence
INT. PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE – DAY Ada and MRS. DUKE are discussing. EXT. UCHE’S PREMISES – DAY Gate man opens the gate and Stella drives in. Stella comes out of the car and hurries into the house. Moments later she comes out of the house carrying a bag. She tells the gate man to open the … Continue reading The Novel 3
WHERE ARE YOU? A day without a say I walked, I ran, I saw you I searched, you showed the way Now I look for you Asking why I only say hi And left you where I saw you I try and I cry Within me I die And wished for wings to fly For … Continue reading Where Are You
“Nnam, you’ve done well coming to see your wife. You can see how happy your presence here has made her.” Ezeamaka reached out to pat her son and he grinned. “Don’t tell her this but it’s been very quiet in the flat without her; I never realized how much Ada livens up the place. Even … Continue reading Abiku (3)
Don’t believe the hype; being a ghost is no fun. You can’t read minds, you can’t possess people or influence their thoughts or actions, you can’t reach anyone, or anything, physically, and you can’t move things with your mind. Nobody can see you, nobody can reach you, and worst of all, nobody cares, cos – … Continue reading Pet Peeves – Ii
It is early evening at Pangolo Junction, a run-down bar in a less-than-affluent part of an unnamed town, and three men are sitting round a table. Two of them are nursing their glasses of kunu and watching with vary degrees of impatience as the third – good looking and fashionably dressed – bellows into his … Continue reading Mobile Phones and Moral Fibre
A manly-man
Old fashioned with rugged mane
I‘m your calmative police force
When libido riots in your pulse
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A Portmanteau of mare and man
Trimmed & manicured, not me
But come to me for a cure
If you’re burdened with Cupid’s curse
“Mara, see me after the class,” said Mr. Ethics “but you should come alone.” He concluded the last part of the sentence with his index finger standing while the rest clutched at a red mini towel that he used as handkerchief. Red was also the colour of his bowtie, but with white polka dots. The … Continue reading Mr. Ethics
I would have called you ‘Oya’
Mighty conjuror of confluence and delta
At the snap of her fingers
To let me bask naked
In your waters,
Wash me pristine and guiltless.
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Some tranquil is necessary,
Even for the military,
When worthy occasions,
Undergo deliberations.
Solitude is of essence,
When inspiration descends,
And one must have some quiet,
When the thinking roads he plieth.