When I Die

When I Die

Now I don’t know what my funeral will be like

But I do know what my life is like

Everyone is a critic; who gave them the right?

To think they can censor and correct what I write?

I’ve been through a lot; you can call that a rite,

I’ve seen a lot of days; you can call this my night

I know you seen yours too; but I’m the one with the mic,

My Friend, The ‘Madman’ (1 of 2)

My Friend, The ‘Madman’ (1 of 2)

I still remember the first time I met Kacha in secondary school. I was minding my own business, packing away my books at the end of one of my first days in school when this scrawny boy with protruberant eyes and a manic grin approached me. “Hello! What’s your name?” “Chukwudi”, I replied cautiously. “What’s … Continue reading My Friend, The ‘Madman’ (1 of 2)

Ababuo: Another Night in Lagos

Ababuo: Another Night in Lagos

Many times, she wishes Papa had left when her people were forced out of this country. She hears of her native land’s progressive strides, how even Nigerians are now trooping to tap into the good of 21st century Ghana, and the fast pace of economic and educational development back home. She has learnt to see in the dark and think through the noxious fumes.

Between Me and Richard : Their Superstitions ; Our Beliefs

Between Me and Richard : Their Superstitions ; Our Beliefs

The following are the superstitious beliefs I came across in the popular autobiographical piece by Richard Wright: Black Boy. The claims are just a little bit different from those we used to lay claim to in my childhood in a south western town of Osogbo, the now capital city of Osun State. The amazing thing … Continue reading Between Me and Richard : Their Superstitions ; Our Beliefs