Ile-ife House that expands A home of the Literati. The future of tomorrow, We are called But why tomorrow, when today has buried Its leaders? Agbajo owo la fii soya Ki owo we wo lowo fii mo In diversity, they say there is unity In our diversity, Unity flees like the thief at Oshodi How … Continue reading Ile-Ife
Some weeks ago, I went to a circus with my family. It promised to be an interesting experience so we all looked forward to a fun evening. By the time we got there, a few animal right activists were already stationed around the parking lots with placards that denounced ill treatment of animals. I wasn’t … Continue reading Caged
Just for a second Oh how I long to press my bare feet against the soil that is mine How I long to raise my face in the air, feel the burn of the sun and laugh with the joy of the moment How I wish to press my hands against the walls of … Continue reading Memories of a Time Gone
I wish she could understand And stop taking monies off my hand I wish she could put my decision making ability to consideration And not be a source of my effemination I want to be the man not just with the genitals I want to be the full stop to my expenses not the decimals. … Continue reading Lady Impulse
As I sat in my balcony To unravel life’s irony A sensuous feeling, my blood burned Coursing to my heart, it warmed Then I felt a glow on my face My lips parted in a smile Why am I happy? I asked The economy is smoked Natural disasters everywhere No excitement left anywhere Hunger … Continue reading I Am Happy
Towels with silky hands sweaty hills and marshy logs. The reaction is the same phlegmatic snorting. It’s her sweat against his antics He neither titters nor simpers Her bill labours under a plethora of cakes Anytime cards, toiletries, air time cards, exotic designer wear and video cassettes. Foggy and muzzy is the road to titillation. … Continue reading Madam, ye of little faith!
_ Tabloid newspapers and magazines around the world have a distinctive feature; sensationalized headlines and sleazy celebrity news stories. In Nigeria, they are no different. However, in addition to their use of extremely bad English, a noticeable trend in our tabloid magazines and newspapers is a growing penchant for a peculiar brand of classified advertisements … Continue reading Have Space, Will Advertise
WHEN I was, but a child, a very skinny child I used to take long walks Stroll, it was called Walking and walking for long hours, in the evenings In the countryside Where such esoteric pleasure is practiced Because I was lonely, terribly lonely Creating dreams, dreamy dreams In those dreams, I was very … Continue reading Walking all by myself
“Mummy, shey we be Christian abi Muslim?” Ibrahim asked his mother. Nkiru, Ibrahim’s mother’s sister, let out a short, spontaneous burst of laughter. “Abi o. Ask your Mama.” Ibrahim’s mother, possessor of the sharpest wit in her father’s house, and a temperament that suffered no fools, promptly answered: “Go ask your Papa.” Ibrahim’s mother – or … Continue reading Of Kith and Kin: Free Worshipers
“Help me” Prostrate,face down at the foot of the Teacher- who was reported to have the ears of God-he lay,tears streaming down his face. He was the picture of a man at his wit’s end. His words were laced with desperation. He was at the point of giving up. The words of the … Continue reading Lord, I believe!
Insecurity – acidic and corrosive. Be generous, and the one wearing that garb Will think you a harbour of ulterior motives. Entrust such with little power, His subjects he will then turn to captives. This a cancer of the soul; A thief leaving us hollow, Blinding potentials, veiling goals, Wreaking havoc, and destroying … Continue reading Insecurity
One morning, on my way to school I heard the devil’s cries, He sat by the road, glum and dull, The Father of all lies. Surprised, I paused to ask “Satan, why weepest thou?” He stared at me;a dark mask With eyes a scarlet hue. “I’m tired of these earthly folks,” Was what he had … Continue reading Sympathy For The Devil
The day was growing dark and yet he had not come. Tunde, the love of her life, her soul mate, the one she dreamt of, every night. She glanced at the clock for the umpteenth time and sighed in worry, it was already seven o’clock and her parents would be home soon. “Tunde why? Tunde please … Continue reading Life of a very Funky Naija Teenager ( Raging Hormones)
There are certain behaviors that are expected from good stories, and there are attitudes that good writers should exhibit. Aside from the good attitudes of arrogance, pride and superiority, a good writer should also exhibit some other lesser qualities. A story on its part should exhibit good home training qualities like disobedience, stubbornness and intolerance, … Continue reading WRITITUDE: The Behavior of a Story and the Attitude of a Writer
I got back from Dubai five days later, with my man. Now that’s the sweetest thing to say. Me, Oyin omo Clegg that left Lagos manless, am returning with a man, and a hec hunk of a man. I wish I would run into that Moroti again now, so I could smugly answer all her … Continue reading Finding Hubby – Episode 8