It all began on 16th January 2022 when Tinubu died of a heart attack. It was an open-secret that he was gearing up to contest in the 2023 presidential race. Against the unpopular third term ambition of Major-General Buhari (rtd) & against the single term promise made by Atiku. The clouds were gloomy in the … Continue reading The First Female President of Nigeria
I AM Igbo I’m not western, I am culture I am not a fraudster, I’m enyi gi (your friend) I am not bureau-de change; I facilitate money supply (Omee-ego) I am not violent I am not stereotyped I am not a ritualist I am an entrepreneur I am literate I am humane I am not … Continue reading I AM Igbo
They lied when they told us a man must first die Before seeing either heaven or hell. Because they are palpably alive with us here. Hell is neither beneath us nor heaven above. They meet on our street side every other time. On your left is heaven. On your right is hell. Depending on whether … Continue reading Heaven and Hell
I met my godfather not long ago The 12th of May is when i think it was A churchgoing morning, the day he picked me Only to drop me three months later I know I could be difficult But, I also know that isn’t why He let me know he fathered another And a week … Continue reading Godfather
The most apt metaphor to describe My beautiful country, Nigeria, is darkness. Black is beautiful, as our complexions are dark. It is so dark in here because there is no light. It is the kind of darkness that defies court orders; It will break the laws of Physics or any other law. Decades ago, because … Continue reading Power Failure
For a human to die its just a twinkle of an eye.
An eye for an eye makes the world go blind.
We run for our life as we are killed by our very own.
We are back to history when brother kill’s brother like cane and Abel.
We are men in black without suit and tie, so is our strength hidden in dark.
But we have sold our right like isaw and Jacob for a mear plate of rice.
Like a biblical prophecy our neighbouring brothers has forsaken us.
Xenophobia has become our way of life.
Mama Africa, the mother of all blacks, the rainbow nation has spilled our blood.
Your giant hunger for war to cleanse your land.
The song of vengeance play in our hearts.
The weapon of battle receives strength in the hands of our warrior.
Mama, once again the labour of our heroes now burns with the bodies of your children, with our blood as fuel.
We count the bodies of our people like a king counts his wealth.
Mama, your giant has been stabbed and your well is filled with our blood.
The sun has shut it’s light, for the night is angry, shouting at the borders of Africa the heart of we black it’s bleaching white.
At the dawn of the new moon, the loud whisper rings it’s endless bells in my imaginations, whilst calmly I lay me down on a ship wreck behind the walls of my thoughts. With my teeth at war with each other, loudly came the word; CHANGE, the voice I heard in my veins when I … Continue reading The Name CHANGE
Night and day walk like the waves as life runs endlessly in the pity of the Godhead. Like the scales we are joined to protect our culture, yet our strength is weakened by our love for Mammon. How then shall we call the spade a spade when our intellect is chastised by our love for … Continue reading The Black Race