Your old wears are still good Wash, dry, and put them on Sit on your couch and safe your fleeting breath It’s just a change in calendars. New foods ain’t coming with the year They are all those you have had Cook the ones in your store and safe your fleeting breath It’s just a … Continue reading It’s Just A Change In Calendars
As some persons are happy Going into the house of the lord, I’m happy going into a classroom Happy I would teach young minds I paced to and fro like a King in his courtyard Throwing and answering questions In my best possible way. Many are teaching Very few are teachers Teachers of note … Continue reading Teaching Is My Life
That you are a woman isn’t a crime. You are not a pariah in anyway. Conventionally, it’s true that it’s men’s world. Men dominated every stratum of the sphere due to their doggedness and resilience. However, modernization has redefined everything. Success and elevation is now gender-free. If you can conceive a dream, you can actualize … Continue reading A Letter To A Female Friend
There are a lot of credible write-ups that have been lost to time. Not because they could not be gotten but because the language in which they were written are not fancied by the present generation of readers who read majorly for forceful purposes such as examinations, interviews, seminars to mention but few. I have … Continue reading Baa Baa Baa Poem. An Expository.
I can write in the language of the birds But no, I wouldn’t Birds are falling day by day And when the last bird falls No one would be able to read what I’d written If they do Their understandings be more of guesses. I will not write in the language of the birds Lofty … Continue reading Baa Baa Baa
She gave the tarred road some acrimonious punches in vengeance for drinking the precious blood of her only child. She yelled simultaneously on the earless road as if it could hear her and apologize for its action. Group of concerned folks of different ages who had heard the tragedy that befell her mobbed her. Three … Continue reading Cry Of Death (C)
(Continuation.) Like many African mothers, Obianuju whose name changed to Mama Nneka, was very happy when her child, her world, Nneka decided to stay. She began to walk like many proud African mothers with her head held high and brimming in confidence that came with when one had a child or had his or her … Continue reading Cry Of Death (B)
“Nnamdi… Nnamdi! Come and see o.” Chika, a sturdily built young man called. Nnamdi walked out from where he sat with a group of friends to where Chika stood. He was obviously taller than Chika. Nnamdi’s body shook as he saw what was beyond his innocent eyes. “Obi, Friday, Akpan abeg make una come o”. … Continue reading Cry Of Death (A)
When sonorous songs of birds woke me from sleep And I saw mountains and valleys at a glance All covered with healthy trees, shrubs and grasses Glistening gracious greenish green I said wow! Enugu is beautiful! When I traveled on the long lonely road That twisted and turned with the rhythms of the hills And … Continue reading Enugu Is Beautiful
We are back at where we set off After circling round and round Like an eagle preying over nothing. We were the mad people Who carried bags and baggage Thinking they were going somewhere Only to go nowhere. We are where we began the erstwhile journey Legs that pained Headaches that wouldn’t go Raiments so … Continue reading We Are Back Again
Employees are like the birds Sooner or later, they will fly away! Bird does not perch on a tree for long It perches when the tree is good Flies when problem comes Onto another tree, and other trees It flies! And flies! And flies! Employees are like the birds Sooner or later, they will fly … Continue reading Trees And The Birds
Even the dog can bark And fishes sometimes murmur But when you cannot say what you wanted to say And had to agree to what was said Know you are no different from the dead Who are forced off by death. Even the antelope can elope And eagles sometimes walk in the open field But … Continue reading You Are No Different From The Dead
I was on my secondary school Facebook group some days ago, after I had commented on a picture, the guy that commented after me said “ha!!! Na this boy wey dey always speak big big oyinbo be this”. I laughed after reading the comment. I looked at his profile picture hoping I would be able … Continue reading After School – What Are You Remembered For?
Forgive father… Forgive My flaws got me this time Had I be as hallowed as Joseph I would have run Run faster than the hands of time Swifter than my shadow could catch. All I should have done went into coma My faith and morals deserted me Had the precious thing some inches far I … Continue reading Repentance
(Continuation) “Yes.” Chibuike continued. “He died because there was no money to pay for what Mazi Ogbulafor said our mother should buy. Father, when asked to bring money, recited his usual slogan, no money. Mother sold all her goods when her husband wouldn’t turn up only for daddy to take the money where mother kept … Continue reading Not What It Used To Be (Part Two)