Portraying in true light, the grandeur of your matchless beauty Is a quest that tends to the impossible But, if valour be the worthy trait of word-knighthood Then, the frail shadow of the seeming impossible shall I trail Truly, the peacock has been adjudged “beautiful” by mortals At the splendour of your majesty, it can … Continue reading Beauty Personified!
Some of you may know the African Writers Series under Heinemann, a wide-ranging series that offered stories, poetry, biographical writings and essays from across Africa. The HAWS included work from nearly 40 writers from 19 different countries. During its celebrated 50 years of publishing, the series published most of Africa’s important writers including Chinua Achebe … Continue reading Pearson revives African Writers Series, calls for submissions
These are drafts of the first chapter of my novel, Gods Of The Land. I have done seven chapters already, but I do not have much time to devote to writing. I am going at it one paragraph at a time, and I believe I will get there soon. This post is to seek your … Continue reading Gods Of the Land 1
You walk into Eyes Of The Beholder salon down the road with high hopes and aspirations of a harvest of compliments all week long. It is Saturday and your upkeep day. After walking a few kilometres, you happen on to the salon because it is the only one that has a generator. A group of … Continue reading Eye Of The Beholder
My heart lay afar the sea shore. When there is no knock on my door A lost impulse along the sea line that love had made me blind. I rest on the breast of the sea shore- stretched arms; and ‘am not sure If I’ll be welcomed like the prodigal son waiting for the light of the … Continue reading Waiting For The Light
I am a child playing by the bank ; Disdained by all, understood by none Their black-black sins they thrust upon me. I am a fountain springing from Earth’s fathoms; From the innermost depths I light faces with smiles Yet they deride me chanting “Black mind, Black soul, Black blood!” What confounds man, he degrades, … Continue reading African Child
Remove the rags of ignorance, Put on the apparel of knowledge. Turn off the light of stupidity, And let the sun of wisdom shine down on you. Do not wear the shoe size of stagnation, Let your foot wear have the spirit of motion. Do not look at the clock of the … Continue reading Just You
When men say to us women sometimes that we are their mother, sister, best friend, lover and wife; I’m sure they say it with the best of intentions but let’s critically look at all the terms they tag to the women folk. Mother: One who carried them for nine months (we definitely did not carry … Continue reading Plain Confusion
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I end the piece on “Of Chinese Whispers, a French Kiss and the Nigerian Dream” here.
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It was drizzling when Felicia pulled into the parking lot. She glanced at the dashboard, seven thirty eight pm. She parked in the only available space, grabbed her purse and scurried out of her brand new Wrangler jeep. The icy rain felt like needles, forcing her to pop the collar of her long winter coat. … Continue reading Ostrich In The Sand
“And you?” the teacher asked. The boy got up hesitantly, knowing the consequences of his next words before he said them. “Yes? Hurry up,” the teacher said. “John Okro.” The entire class erupted. Even the teacher struggled to suppress a chuckle. He was all too familiar with the trend. With every new term, class-teacher or … Continue reading The Birth of John Okro
The stands thundered with the bloodlust of tortured souls. The subjects of this emotion were the two creatures who battled in the arena. The man was powerful; the beast merciless. The feet of the man stamped heavily upon the dust while the clawed appendage of the infernal beast raised the red sands in fury. Both … Continue reading Cherubim
A friend so much called, A friend no more To fill the void And bring the joy to shore. I remember the laughter The footprints on the banks of the river The unhappy bent stumps of trees As along the banks and woods we flew. Life is but a lonely shadow Moving like … Continue reading Goodnight
To the one who sits upon my head warmly and afflicts my soul with early baldness… tell him: that the streets have known my smell that as at yesterday, the dog even could recite my name. Overfed with the weariness of raking the streets’ corners in search of a brother who was never lost, … Continue reading To The Kind Slaver