It wasn’t surprising how people gathered with the speed of light whenever an alarm was raised on our street. Usually, the first group of spectators, or rather gossips consisted women. You would see one tying her wrapper as it fell flying while she ran to the scene, and another holding her cut, worn out slippers. … Continue reading Ghosts
ACT 1 The scene is under an orange tree. Yomi, a village teacher walks in from the left side. He meets Bimbo, a school student, who also comes in from the right side of the stage. Both are unaware of Segun, a popular troublemaker, running mad as a result of addiction to marijuana, who is … Continue reading UNDER AN ORANGE TREE (A Drama)
Cynthia turned to see what made her tremble. A man had entered the room in the few seconds she had spent opening the fridge for a drink. She had seen guns in movies, today, it was real. The man pointed one at her. She dropped the bottle in her hand and the drink flowed rapidly … Continue reading First Warning.
(Written in honour of my Beloved Grandpa who slept in the Lord on Friday 6th December, 2013) Please, Read and Comment on it. Thanks. Friday 6th December 2013, I lay in my bed like a log of wood, And stared into my phone screen without seeing anything. I had enough airtime to burn, Yet fewer … Continue reading Farewell Grandpa
AN ODE TO LOVE. What? Sweet and not love? Or bitter; if not hate, The mixture, sour to the heart in its flood, Better never tasted than leave after a taste, For a taste, emptied and back to fill the cup. By you, Love; was the world created, lost, then redeemed, Oh red! The blood, … Continue reading An Ode To Love.
I got out of bed twenty-something minutes past four in the afternoon. I can’t imagine how long I had slept since 1.00am when I returned from the crossover service. It was first day of the year and I was supposed to have prepared whatever meal the unrepentant bachelor that I am could prepare. I picked … Continue reading New Year, New Thing.
The scene is a church building which is roofed with rusty zinc sheets. The wall is half-built giving a view of the interior. Hanging from a door is a cross made of dry palm leaves. Inside the church are wooden chairs and tables. A table is on a pavement known as the church altar which … Continue reading The Prophet And His Customers
The pride and virtue in a woman, A thing given as a gift, I grew up a beautiful girl then to a woman, A thing not as fast as travelling in a lift. It was a journey and I have been loved by every man, They know my worth, too precious a gift, And I … Continue reading The Agony Of A Barren Woman.