Because I choose not to obey, To words spoken in metaphors, Left too open to interpretation, I am warned of condemnation. I never sought to make sense, Of these symbols left to chance, I will be my own creation, The results of my own conclusion. I am deemed self-important, Egotistical and arrogant, I am told … Continue reading Polling Lies
Black Moses, burning bushes, Mass confusion, arrant muses All they want is a black Jesus… Crowd listening, fingers blistering, Guns triggering, bullets flying Hypocritical anthems, sliced pledges, None can make a true blood follow false tracking… Earnest samples, blood samples Test the syringe in all grave ankles Black faces submerged in dark sun rays, Now … Continue reading Hear Our Cry
Like the September rain it poured in torrents, Like the wishes of a beggar it remained, Like a hunter’s whistle it roared at nights, Like the cock it crowed at dawns, Brainwashed we were with it, Brain-drained we were left to be. Oh mustard seed of passion The cherished seed of altruism You … Continue reading To You, Sir
“You try to get away, I will kill you myself. I promise,” Celestine told me. “Like you haven’t tried to kill me in the last twenty-four hours,” I retorted. Celestine ignored me and turned back. “Where are you going?” I asked her, but she was already gone. I could hear her crawling back towards the … Continue reading Black Chronicles: Zero Hour
Tega watched me as I walked down the unfrequented paths that led to the burial ground. The path was tiny, and thickets from left and right covered the paths. I had to use my hands to make way down the path. As I went further, the way ahead seemed unfrequented and less human; I couldn’t … Continue reading A Tale Of Reality 5
To Sandra Times are hard—yes I know, as shrill as fever Its raining hard now more than ever, yes I know I’ve got no umbrella to offer Not even a sweater to cover Yet you stuck with, you remained my Lover. I could still remember the first time I saw you Twas love at first … Continue reading My Dozen And One Ladies 13. To Sandra
Little boy, clad in rags Tattered and dirty Like a mad man; Cheeks heavy with salt. Many days of running, Many days of no bathe, Of hunger and crying And sleeping in snatches. If only he knew! His mother, clutching his hand, And pulling him back to Warri. ‘Mama, have they stopped fighting?’ ‘The gun … Continue reading Salt Crisis
THe Angry Anopheles I hate my job! I hate it! And I wonder whose idea it was to place me on nightly duty permanently. O, the sweaty darkness! The disorienting slaps! The choking ‘death in a can’! The relentless restlessness of these bodies I’m supposed to attend – Ugh. The smell of ‘em! … Continue reading The Angry Anophelesian
Do we trod the famished road with the single hope of an oasis at the end? The desert sands shall give no mercy to a man of faith Let us go then from the lands we baptised with pain Let us, like Ulysses, set sail like the Vikings To mete and dole unequal laws upon … Continue reading How does it feel to be a Problem?
Mirrors are far overstated, Even an orangutan can see itself in it. But the hardest thing is to look into one And have a conversation with yourself, When the mirror You has sworn a vow of silence While haranguing you with her eyes. The big bang occurred, after you reacted vigorous to her truth – … Continue reading For the Deluded
This is The Simple Mathematics About Ladies, Always Treat Them Like Ladies because you Make A Good Girl Crazy If U Don’t Treat Her Like A lady When she walks away from you mad [ Follow her ] When she stares at your mouth [ Kiss her ] When she pushes you or hit’s you … Continue reading Treat her like a lady
The Writivism 2014 workshops will be held on the 8th of February 2014, simultaneously in five different African cities. The one-day workshops are planned for Abuja, Harare, Kampala, Nairobi and Cape Town. Applicants will attend workshops in the cities closest to their residence. The Abuja workshop will be facilitated by Ukamaka Olisakwe, Kampala; Beatrice Lamwaka, … Continue reading Writivism 2014 Creative Writing Workshops
It was Giwa, my friend. It was as though he had waited for my father to leave the room before he entered. I hadn’t seen Giwa in two months and all my attempts to find out his whereabouts had been futile; that was why I was surprised when I saw him standing at my door. … Continue reading No Place Like Home (Finale).
Oreva Odeki sat alone on the bed in their one room apartment. It was another of such a day again for her. She had silently referred to their condition of poverty as hell. She knew her father would not be happy to hear that from her because he had been doing his best; he wasn’t … Continue reading Mind of Diamond (Part One)
Shadow 13 TONY I wondered why Laura would come to see me especially without Mabel. I should have known Frank would never knock if he were the one at the door. Laura had an urgent demeanor and she went straight to the point. “I am sure you are wondering why I am here. We need … Continue reading A Shadow from the Past 13