Naija Area

Naija Area

Waking to the trenchant preacher’s decibels Snoring, coughing And puffing of danfos Street hymns of conflicting voices: ‘Sister, purchase this cute piece of gullibility’ ‘Brother, Sango forbids such procurement’ Haggling prayers at brothels Moans of sizzling egusi as Mama Puts’ fire screws from below Poo snakes from infantile bums awaiting shot-putting on aerobic wings into … Continue reading Naija Area

What Is The Colour Of Your Pant?

Just imagine a world without pants!!! When I say “pant” I am not referring to trouser. I mean pant in the original sense of the word: undies!!! I think the most underrated body wear in the world is the pant. We all can spend good chunk of cash on shirts, skirts, trousers, necklaces, rings, BRAZILIAN HAIR, but go around with just about … Continue reading What Is The Colour Of Your Pant?

Rising Voices -100 YOUNG VOICES FROM ZIMBABWE AND NIGERIA

Rising Voices -100 YOUNG VOICES FROM ZIMBABWE AND NIGERIA

SOCIETY OF YOUNG NIGERIAN WRITERS In Collaboration with GIRL CHILD CREATIVITY CONCEPT, ZIMBABWE Call for Submission Rising Voices -100 YOUNG VOICES FROM ZIMBABWE AND NIGERIA (AN ANTHOLOGY OF POEMS) Zimbabwe/Nigeria Literary Exchange FOR YOUNG POETS RESIDING IN ZIMBABWE AND NIGERIA The idea behind this collaboration is to create a literary and creative exchange between the … Continue reading Rising Voices -100 YOUNG VOICES FROM ZIMBABWE AND NIGERIA

What’s The Frequency, Kenneth?

What’s The Frequency, Kenneth?

Like the innards of space Deep, wide and uncharted So you were, perhaps Before puberty’s sun Set upon your star You fine sands untrampled Your blackholes undiscovered Your vegetation Rich and luxuriant Your atmosphere unpolluted Shielded by the ozone layer. But space is God’s playpen For restless man He who must boldly go Where no … Continue reading What’s The Frequency, Kenneth?

The Denial

The phone vibration under her pillow interrupted her Saturday afternoon nap, she stretched lazily and looked at the time it was just four o’clock meaning she had slept for just thirty minutes. She reluctantly reached for her phone which was ringing for the fourth time, it was just a number displayed on the screen. The … Continue reading The Denial

No Better Way To Die IV: Last Laugh

No Better Way To Die IV: Last Laugh

By Monday morning Pedro’s condition had gotten worse; she had a fever and her legs were swollen. The incident with the drip hadn’t helped matters though Dr Ike had assured them shortly after it happened that it was nothing to worry about. Nonso too had her own issues. The mosquitoes hadn’t spared her at all. … Continue reading No Better Way To Die IV: Last Laugh