(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 [...]

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 [...]

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 [...]

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 [...]

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 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 [...]

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 [...]

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 [...]

“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 [...]

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 [...]

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 [...]

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 [...]

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.

On the day I was born

The wick of a small lamp brightly burned

The rain met the sky with stubborn brute

It beat an anticipating sound on our tin roof

When I silently came

On that cold night in may

I slipped into a waiting arm

My tiny buttocks was firmly spanked

Three young men had been waiting for her in her room. It wasn’t a new thing for a man to wait for Tola in her room since she had male acquaintances who were always informed [...]

A most interesting phenomenon that seems to be quite common with being caught in the very act of wrongdoing is the instant shock that accompanies the realization, usually on the part of the culprit. Sometimes, [...]

Pseudo Disclaimer:

I’m not into poetry,guys. Just got bored and decided to try this.

Please be gentle with me.

Emeka showed up the next day as planned. James was grateful to finally be getting out. Emeka drove him around Ikeja. James thought the area looked really neat. He told Emeka as much. “Our governor [...]

[A real refuse dump is set on stage. A man bedecked in filthy rags is found sleeping on top of this refuse dump. After a while, a well-dressed, well-kempt man enters the stage, smoking profusely. The mode and code of his dressing should be determined either by the Thespian involved or the costume manager. This well-dressed man talks throughout this short play until he leaves the stage.]

2ND MAN: [relishes in his smoking as he saunters in] Oh yes! I have only an hour or so to myself before I head back to my office. I have given my secretary fifteen minutes break. It is good to be your own boss, with people working under you.

INT. BEN’S SITTING ROOM – DAY

Ada and Helen are sitting down silently. Ada keeps looking at Helen, not sure of what to say. After a while, BEN enters. Ben is in his almost fifty. Ben goes and seats beside Ada. All three keep quiet for a while. Ben wants to say something but doesn’t know what. The mood is really tensed.

ADA

(trying to ease the tension a little)

So Ben, how was work today?

BEN

(to Helen)

Do you feel you need to see anybody?

DON’T GO O my love! My heart boils to see you go What is love? You stood by me You made me, me Now it’s time to let go O! How I cry I did [...]

The flight was relatively drama free. There was the odd bit of turbulence but nothing too crazy. Definitely nothing to replicate some of the horrid stories that his friends had been freaking him out with. [...]

There are two tragedies in life, one is to lose your heart’s desire, and the other is to gain it- George Bernard Shaw There are staggeringly few situations where I would be called genius and [...]

Who can tame my heart?

This beast that beats from the rest apart

Who can dance to this unique song?

That which slips unrequited of my cultured tongue

From whence will that one come?

That who will strut and with me prance

Make this feisty heart throb at first glance.

Who is she that will taste of the kisses of my lips?

I have been a helper, a shoulder
I displayed all I could
But today I ask for a banner
A comfort my days to hold

When will the hand-in-hand sail?
As my heart goes lonely in thoughts
Though I trust love to un-bail
I do feel lonely to court

Bury me in dry leaves.

I desire to inhale their scent.

When dry winds arrive,

I’ll be well cradled by air

and be at heaven quicker

before judgement.

Have you really looked around you? As in REALLY looked around you, if you live in Lagos? Have you observed those little details that make the city unique in its own crazy way? Maybe…maybe not. [...]

She woke up with a nasty hangover, her head hurt, yes of course it was supposed to hurt but then, she had a lot on her mind. Well, she had  had a rough life so [...]

Loneliness
Preceded by perceived completeness
Made evident by lack of engagements
Revealed his life’s incompleteness

Forever indebted to fate is he
That if not for the hand it dealt
Oblivious he would be
To the depth of loneliness which was he

I can’t remember the last time I was THIS pissed and close to blowing off the head of a human being!!! DAMN! What could possibly be the matter, huh?!

GADDEM PADDY!

Gosh, I just realized I don’t even know his last name! How can I not know his last name? How could I have kissed – ugh – a nameless nobody?! I’m the queen of last names! I am so bloody anal when it comes to last names. My mother ingrained it in me. If I don’t know someone’s last name, I refuse to add them in my phonebook, yes, that bad!

Well, GADDEM PADDY NO-NAME!

Okay, so I was chatting with Dunni earlier this evening and our convo went something like this: