I thanked her profusely for the beverage and a few sips later, I was feeling right and dandy, the cold seeping out of my bones. After draining the entire cup but wishing I could have another, but not wanting to be too forward nor take her hospitality for granted, I approached her desk and properly … Continue reading E go better (3 of 3)
I saw a man who Sits close to that conflagration of death, Where the nerve cells at the epicenter of his naval cavity have been incapacitated. His moist nose unaware of the dump land, A paradigm for mans waste in a land flowing with gold I saw a man, who scratches his beard, With … Continue reading By The Road Side
Pull my strings oh Muse, And my smart fingers will Dance to your tunes Of worthy poetical skills And terse-verse lyrical cores Table me a choice, Oh muse Either road I choose, Still pull my strings For my audience are starving; Their tongues of praise is parched Buy my thoughts Oh Muse Not with a … Continue reading Muse!
I actually visited Union Bank, Bori! You needed to have been in my heart as I decided on that journey. I was terribly afraid of what the outcome would be, triumphant or disastrous. Would the old building collapse on me as I walk in to the banking hall? Would the workers be so old they … Continue reading Lurking Around Bori
Odili Ujubuonu’s third novel “Pride of the Spider Clan” is a work of fiction unlike many of its time. The novel, which concludes the tale of an enterprising Aro clan that began in “Pregnancy of the Gods” and further found expression in “Treasure in the Winds”, may read like a work of fiction – which … Continue reading Reconstructing the pride of place: Odili’s Ujubuonu Pride of the Spider Clan
I have always believed miracles were restricted to the corridors of religion; but what I was witnessing -not in a church nor mosque- cannot be called by any other name. Seated across from me was my frail-looking but stern father, his trademark pipe hanging from the side of his mouth; the conveyor, indeed the performer … Continue reading Memories of a Ghost (1)
I have chosen this path That’s my way It is a dream come true The roads maybe narrow I will continue to stagger With my dagger dangling along with me It will pay some day On a gloomy day When all hope have gone sour When laughs have made me to hide in shame It … Continue reading The path
A good day for me would be a day I wake up from the touch of my beautiful and supportive wife as the sun kisses my face. Not minding my early morning breathe, she kisses me for a few seconds and as I start to warm up to it, she gets up and reminds me … Continue reading A Good day…
Silence. “Can you imagine what she later did?” The man asked pausing before taking a sip from his teacup. Silence. “She apologized baby, she said she thought I was going to leave the company and so was very scared; and in being scared she reacted that way. Can you imagine?” “I see,” the man’s wife … Continue reading Where did it all go?
Here I am. Settled in, waiting patiently with a mug of freshly brewed dark coffee cradled in my hand, my oversized sweater draped around my shoulder, staring at my screen. I look over my shoulder, Antonia, colleague and bosom gossip mate, is already at it; scowling at her monitor, her hands waving frantically as she … Continue reading Rainy Tuesday Morning: Random Musings of Agent 1027…
Honestly, there is no big deal about Chinua Achebe’s rejection of the offer of one million dollars by 50 cent for the movie rights to the title of his novel ‘Things Fall Apart.’ It is standard business practice to reject bids and offers. In a cynical, money-driven society like ours-which is remarkably similar to America … Continue reading Achebe rejects 50cent’s use of the “Things Fall Apart” title
Chijioke sat squashed up in the minibus as it grunted and creaked its way along the potholed road. Seated next to him was his father, who stared out the window in a sullen mood. Chijioke glanced at him anxiously, wanting to ask him again what the matter was, but he held his tongue; the last … Continue reading Desperation
For many who live outside the Federal capital, Abuja is a paradise of sorts. Some people, I’m sure, imagine her streets lined with gold and her houses floating mid-air. Am I the right person to scorn them? I really don’t think so. Reason? Some ten months back, I was a strong member of that school … Continue reading Abuja: the pretty ugly city I once never knew
The thunder struck, followed by lightning. The chief priest dashed out of his hut, he looked up to the sky while rotating three hundred and sixty degrees and ran back inside. He dashed out again but this time with his staff and a leather bag hung by his side. “It is time.” he said. He … Continue reading Ways of the gods(1)
It didn’t take long after Mr. Akume’s tragedy ended when Obaro came. Obaro was a girl of about fifteen years living with her parents in a small face-me-I –face-you apartment. She didn’t make the last JSS 3 exams and so, I suppose she was still in the same class. Obaro was the ugliest and dirtiest … Continue reading Little grown-ups (2)