If you have ever twirled in a circle, stretched on your tiptoes and swept your arms above your head, if you have ever tapped your feet to snappy music, or even do as much as nod your head to any form of music, then you have danced. Everybody dance because the human body is made … Continue reading Dance Of The Gods….
Ages when the future and the present converse, The worthy worth of the future. And their mind ochestrated by doom, I sucked the breast. Ages when vulgarity sends sensible messages of hope, When the clerics preach with falsehood garment. With tactics creating egoistic pursuit, I sucked the breast. Ages when time dreams of unseen hope, … Continue reading These Days
by Eke O. Theophilus The African mother Is the famished black mother With a baby strapped behind her like a Mary-go-round Digging and mopping beads of sweat from her wrinkled face with the fringe of her tattered attire Irrespective of her husband’s insults and hounds. The African mother is that despicable beauty With aura of … Continue reading African’s Infallible Mother
Today makes it seven years Since my family moved here. Abule Oko! A land with hills and valleys, Wonderful plains, Peasants and hunters. Her valleys, filled with banana, The slopes with palms, The hills with cassava, edible fruits and vegetable. Abule Oko is encircled with stories. Stale and flowery tales, Jumping from lips to lips … Continue reading Someone Has To Die
My delicate rosebud… that’s what I always call her in our language. In return, as always, too, she will flash me with those well set teeth I can’t fail to marvel if God didn’t have a little sweat putting them perfectly together in her mouth. The little dimple by one side of her cheek is … Continue reading So Many Rivers to Cross
Reincarnation I will walk the face of this earth again You might not see me close by I will always be watching you More closely than you think I will join my ancestors And reign as immortals till infinity We shall ride on the back of waves And fly on the wings of winds We … Continue reading Reincarnation
I once met a set of female identical twins and it occurred to me that since biologically they are one egg and sperm that split into two, then any man that marry one of the twins is only getting 50% value of the true content of what his wife actually is. I have witnessed relationships … Continue reading Can you Marry your Spouse’s Twin?
Lately, I’ve been thinking about the ups and downs We went through together I held on long enough to see All the good outweigh the bad For a moment I thought I lost everything For a moment I forgot about memories Then I woke up and realized how much you mean to me For a … Continue reading For A Moment
I stood in the witness dock, hands shaking, feet trembling. I kept thinking; what have I done?! Why did I have to open the hole I call a mouth? A million and one thoughts raced through my head as I stood there wondering how to get myself out of a mess I … Continue reading SniTcH!
POEM FOR A SOUL I picked up my pen as I sat in my den wondering, when I will write a poem for a soul. I want to write for that girl, who thinks today is the end. I want to write for that boy who thinks life is a toy that only the rich … Continue reading Poem For A Soul
I remembered clearly the ‘first’ time I met Jide, it was through Sola, a friend who has a crush on me. Yea! That’s if attraction is the same thing as a crush but who cares for fairies and wishes? I’m for real in Flavour’s voice. Dreams, crushes and wishes when it comes to girl/boy matters … Continue reading Memoirs of A Repentant Slut. . . 4
You love all things American. It has always been your dream to have your first baby in America. Kizito, your husband is in support. You thank God for blessing you with a sensible husband like him, not one with goat brain. You have told your friends about this trip, especially Ifeoma who recently return from … Continue reading FlashFiction: Homage to America
Along the sea-sided part, “Waves and tides seem to part, For the creation of a lovely path”. I walked through the shallow path, Seeing those beautiful parts. Of the shady and blissful path. “For all I’ve seen is just the part, Of the said glorious part”. On my way towards the rythmic path, I saw … Continue reading Life
The sun hides behind the clouds, and nearby trees sway to the whistle of a gentle breeze. I look around, as nature reminds me of the day I first saw her. The heavens, that day, looked heavy, waiting for a release. Then I was a shy twenty-one year old; she was eighteen, and thorough. She … Continue reading I Wish