They call me magic stick because I perform tricks I can stand erect like a flagpole out in the cold Shunned by a simple hole but still whole Lay sideways obedient, like a log of wood Waiting for my boss to call Or play dead like a limp dick After a marathon kip Sometimes I … Continue reading Magic Stick
Hold your peace Whilst my steps I retrace through These twin fields Of a singular past Mutually shared Where lies the crime That guilty I be pronounced And to this solitary gaol I be banished When I only sought To clothe our bond In secure apparel To counter The treacherous overtures Of separation Temporal but … Continue reading If I Ever Lose My Faith In You
Kigali, Rwanda, 7th April, 1994. 12:13 p.m. If I’m still drawing air, I thought as I ran for my life, it’s not because I care about living. The last person I knew for sure to be alive, the person who knew me better than anyone else in the whole wide world, the person whom I … Continue reading Black Chronicles: Bloody Beginnings II
What is happiness? Does happiness really exist? Have we felt it before? Do we actually know what it means to be happy? Is happiness a distinct feeling that can be described and explained? For a long time, I have asked myself these very questions. From the little research I did before writing this, I … Continue reading Happiness….Real or Imagined?
Don’t touch it, don’t squeeze it The life it contains and you don’t give. Fade out for the easy Even your silent ruminations. It is simple to point a finger And dash out the harlot. Yet, the other three in your direction Say you loot national treasury And blind the eyes that discern. Here we … Continue reading Thin Lines
That evening, we heard some cars driving in, Linda, who was close to the window quickly peeped through the crack and shouted “it’s the police; they’re coming to rescue us”. Everyone in the room quickly rushed to the window to have a glance. When Linda managed to slip out of the rush, she told Alice … Continue reading Three Days in a Night (Cond)
Audu always wanted to be a hero. He never stopped badgering his mother with stories, or better yet, fantasies, of how he would one day grow to be a valiant warrior and rescue his people from one great disaster or the other. One time, it was a tale of how he’d, on a majestic white … Continue reading The Hero
I feel lucky to have found you A friend that is so kind and true To lift me up when I am down And make me smile when I frown It’s hard to find the words to say Just how much I care But these will have to do Thank you From the bottom … Continue reading Thank You: Friendship
This is the continuity from the part one. still in the prologue. THE BEGINNING OF THE END. The main character continues to narrate his ordeal, lets just do well to hear him out.
A crown of inestimable measure Shinning and glittering like gold Specially made and Unique among other’s A crown of gold medallion A symbol of royal honour A crown of splendor A crown of pride and joy A crown of glory and Everlasting life ogunleye kayode peter
Feelings in the heart of men often leave a sweet or sour taste; either way, one chooses which is more desirable to hold on to. I know a feeling which leaves the heart pounding and the mind gasping for breath, for dear life….in all of this, the state of a man’s heart is … Continue reading Awakening
That slim figure, ebony black, adorned with a pretty face, generous hips, and a graceful gait, cuts a picture of true elegance, albeit one fagged out from the day’s activities. She has advanced to a few feet from the old man, reading in the sitting room, but he still doesn’t notice. “What is my papa … Continue reading Where Angels Throd
The sun was hot and sticky and all Nnedinma wanted to do was play in the sand. Mother said that she was liable to catch head lice and her older sister said she was going to just get herself dirty thereby making bath time a difficult task. Her father was indifferent and so was her … Continue reading Orchids For Angels…Little Red Mud House
Her birthdays come the same Saying bye to Aprilis, or say April And welcome as to May. Anyways, just around that border. I could sing for her on my piano A straight-through symphony From a love-bound heart. Or tell her a story Reading from my rich depths. She asks not for anymore, True love satiates … Continue reading Purple Perfume
Anyi mara Chukwu gboo! Yes, we know gods before days Our days are gods, named by Chukwu Eke, Oye, Afo, Nkwo he named them He is the Chi Okike, the Creator The great God! We, mmadu, fullness and beauty of life Celebrate life, that when death strike It is disbelief, grief for the brief life … Continue reading Death is no death!