When I saw this picture, I remembered how boyhood hurts. How we were planted in the hands of abuse; lost sisters and uncles. How our parents thought we were old enough to man ourselves, to find our way; so they gave us a weak freedom. They gave us freedom to our doom. The freedom that … Continue reading Boys Are Not Stones I
let’s dive into the thought of that Benue woman. let’s see through her sorrow carved separately, how many children are born to die before noon? 1966 saw this on the tail of her skins proudly, till 1977, pogom of lunatic fringed our thoughts, We enslaved our reasonings to the ashes of right, everything without a … Continue reading Genocide
FOR BOYS LIKE ME WHO GREW UP IN THE SLUM Dear boys: Makoko was never a better home for boys like us. Akala made us forget our skins to the burning sun. Ajegunle set the remains of our feelings on fire then it’s burnt into ashes. Then, Uvureke came hand in hand with scarlet letters … Continue reading For Boys Like Me Who Grew Up In The Slums
A street hawker in Port-Harcourt prays that God provides heavily congested traffic A rich man in Lagos prays to avoid every congested traffic All these people are children of God After all, whether from the church or mosque, they both pray to the same God At this point I would ask if God shall … Continue reading We Are Oliver Twists
Along the river road The three young girls walked single file along the path that led to their village, Igodi. They were returning from the river, where they had gone to fetch water for their mothers. Placed on their heads were clay pots of different sizes with Edafe, who was at the rear of the … Continue reading Eki: The Prince’s Bride
The street taught me to be happy during good and bad times To share my pain with friends during the day and night times. The streets also taught me that easy money is good money My friends, with latest designers and hottest girls in the hood I’m a laughing stock because I rely on my … Continue reading The Yahoo Tale
I heard the sound Coming from afar I looked over the hills I couldn’t tell the sound Mountains melted Waters scattered the land The sun cried Cos she was asked to leave Then I could feel my feet Moved my whole body Just like a click Then I remember I heard the noise This time … Continue reading The Invasion
All I ask for is equality…not sameness. Religion is currently a tool for blackmail as men keep subjecting their women to an absurd level of slavery, claiming the man has been placed over the woman from the very beginning and backing up their claims with excerpts from both the Bible and the Quran. It is … Continue reading Man!! Stop the Blackmail – I am a feminist.
Unbidden tears rolled down my cheeks. It was happening, what I’d feared the most. She was leaving despite all my efforts to stop her. I would be worthless without you. I won’t be able to wake in the morning, for my morning would be night without you. It was happening, what I’d dreaded the most. … Continue reading She Would be Here
We have broken those kola nuts on the family shrines. Shattered elegies here and there in templates of agony. We may be a plight on the body of this river, we may not but your gracious imagination of thoughts must we reserve in the morning of this ancestry ancient memories. broken tenses tend to write … Continue reading For Those Boys Who Returned Home As A Breaking News
SYNW to immortalize Gimba, Iyayi, Achebe, Nwapa and 16 other writers with digital archives The Society of Young Nigerian Writers (SYNW) has concluded plans to launch its latest literary project tagged “Literary Digital Archive Project (LIDAP) aim at immortalizing twenty renowned and famous Nigerian writers. Mr. Wole Adedoyin, President of SYNW made this known during … Continue reading SYNW to Immortalize Gimba, Iyayi, Achebe, Nwapa and 16 other Writers
ANA MOURNS THE PASSING OF JUSTICE MUSTAPHA AKANBI( RTD) The Association of Nigerian Authors (ANA) on Saturday joined other Nigerians to mourn the death of the pioneer Chairman of the Independent Corrupt Practices Commission (ICPC) and a former President of the Nigerian Court of Appeal, Justice Muhammad Mustapha Adebayo Akanbi. This was contained in a … Continue reading ANA Mourns The Passing Of Justice Mustapha Akanbi ( Rtd)
WE WERE SILENT Silence drove us from Nile to Mississippi to clean the ugly scars at its bottom. The world wept – Our tongues tasted her tears. Our backs were burnt into the future which a little boy folded in his left palm. Strokes from the sun filled our stomachs, our perspiration sealed our throats’ … Continue reading We Were Silent
Had a bird at hand Eyes thousands in the forest That’s the way we’re Except you’re one of the few finest. Had a home so peaceful Invites angelic home breaker That’s the way we’re Except you’re one of the few finest. Living peacefully in a house roofed with law Wishes to live above it That’s … Continue reading That’s The Way We’re
We are children of beggars we have no choice but to automatically harness our little talent or what we know it as knowing how to beg and prolly wash cars Since we’re surrounded by poverty penury, and a radical outlook of insanity We live our lives with no strings attached to it all we do … Continue reading For The Children Of Beggars