This is a segment from a series that I’m working on called “Visions of Okebulani.” Hope you enjoy reading it. Tendaji took her hand and once again, they were air-bound. “Where are we going next?” Nyota asked. Tendji said to her, “The Western region.” In about a minute, they were in descent. Nyota … Continue reading “Visions of Okebulani”
Saraba Magazine has just released its 9th issue themed food. The guest contributor is Nigerian Novelist Chika Unigwe and she talks about her writing and her love for dodo in Dodo & A Notebook. South Africa has been free of apartheid since but it is not yet free of injustices according to South African author, … Continue reading Saraba Magazine’s Brand New Issue 9: Download NOW!
TAKING LIVES PROLOGUE Jaiye looked at his wrist-watch and hunched deeper into his black leather Live Mechanic jacket. The harmattan was particularly harsh that morning, so he did not look out of place dressed as he was. The only thing that might have made anyone pay second attention to him was the fact … Continue reading Taking Lives
You give as you can afford, I smile when I can, We pay our taxes, they obey the rules. What exactly is this thing? so small yet humbles the mighty, so great yet touches even the smallest of things, and so vague, you just forgot the meaning. Is it hugging that loved one or missing … Continue reading Truly Love
It hit me like pins, and I quickly scanned around, But nobody looked or behaved strangely; Again just me, feeling this thing. I cannot contain this longing, Even the dead can hear my heart throbbing. My inside has defied gravity, And they have traded their respect and dignity, For simply what I am about … Continue reading Black, no milk and sugar please
Flaunt no more your ‘weapons’ In them, my picky eyes takes no delight Like a false advert plaguing clients with blights They are just shiny roses amid deadly thorns Woe-man, weep not if futility results from your frantic strides in trapping my heart, for hand-in-hand with failure, love rides Am not blind, am much aware … Continue reading No More!
shai Sent 5 days, 1 hour ago to @Raymond as part of what was discussed in one of the NS forums. This is meant to be a poetry version of one of his works by the same title- some of you will recognize it (and if you don’t go check it out). Here goes what … Continue reading Nursery Rhymes, Deadly Rhymes
We soon got into the U.K. and after immigration and customs, I finally came into the arrivals hall and there was Tobe. He had not changed at all…still had the smiling eyes and face and still ever so jovial. We hugged and screamed and as would people in airports, we were stared at for a … Continue reading The Many Faces of Love….Part 3
You don’t get pregnant where we come from…..at least not until you graduate and marry; they could not understand how I managed to remain so calm. You see, I had done my own share of the crying thing and was all cried out! I knew they would eventually get over it as I did. The … Continue reading The Many Faces of Love….Part 2
i was de-food for no particular reason…throat thirsts for the dregs…no food to chew…the wedding of Humbo the only salvage…stomach rumbles at the effluvium of worms within…joy becomes joyful as the aroma becomes intoxicating…though consumables for all to devour…but the soup of perdition not for mouth to chew…t’was a mixture of pain and relief…as Humbo’s … Continue reading Humbo’s wedding
Perhaps it arose from the need to numb the pain of her grief, or maybe she was simply catering to a fallow desire that seemed to have become active in the light of recent happenings, all Betty was sure of was that she was going to purchase a cat. It would do well to keep … Continue reading Encounter : Onset
11th August, 2011 – It was at the Guest Writers’ session at the Writers’ League of Benue State University, Makurdi. Time was 4:30pm, introductions had been done and Chuma Nwokolo was already reciting away poems from his Memories of Stone. Being a student writer association, he took advantage of the blackboard as he recited and … Continue reading Chuma Nwokolo and Geoff Ryman at the Writers’ League
If yours are the fingers that weave The percussion that is mkpọnkịtị Then poetry is your property If yours is the voice that issues From behind the building of mourning Broadcasting the poem of death; you are a poet And there’s poetry in dance too! What do you say of the psychedelic response Of the … Continue reading Our Property
Today is one of those days that i put my Ipod on replay on this Bruno Mars’ “The Lazy Song” track. Ironically, it seems to help me keep going in spite of the fact that the lyrics are laced with daring (you guessed right) laziness! I am surely looking forward to the day I’d be … Continue reading There is more to these statistics than meet the eye
He is not the same. Then again neither am I. He smiles a lot still but it never reaches his eyes. I mentioned this to Mama and she says I am wrong. “There is nothing different about his smile or the light in his eyes”, she says “except the reasons behind them”. I smiled back … Continue reading Unequal Scales