I do not aim to write a poem or an article write in any sort of order. My aim is to pour out my heart just so maybe I will get an answer or just maybe Nigerians will arise from our slumber. I walk on the streets of Lagos, from Surulere to Ikoyi, I look … Continue reading Is there any hope?
“Get up!” I heard again and this time I looked up to see who it was. My vision was slightly blurred but the voice was unmistakable. It was Martins; he was pulling my right hand trying to drag me to my feet. He had come back for me. I looked behind me, the mob was … Continue reading Love in Gamawa (6)
At first I did not know what to do. Who could be banging on my door at that time of the night and what could be the cause of the running foot steps I heard earlier. The first thought that came to my mind was that it maybe the rumour about a religious uprising starting … Continue reading Love in Gamawa (5)
Quite Naturarily, the first thought on my mind was to flee. Unfortunately, there was only one window and a door in my room and both were no options at all as the two men ‘seemingly’ after my life were standing right in front of them. The only option was to go through the roof but … Continue reading Love in Gamawa (4)
‘Knock, knock’… That was the sound that woke me up that morning. It was so gentle and soft yet loud enough to being me back from dreamland. At first I thought is was part of my dream but after a few more gentle knocks that sounded like the sound of a foam being hit on the mouth of a pot, a common musical instrument from the eastern part of Nigeria, I realised I had returned to the real world…
…1PM. In a nutshell, the plan was to find a way of convincing her to come to my room later on that day without telling anyone. The early morning visits to fetch water didn’t sound like a good time to me as her parents would probably know she was ther plus she was always with … Continue reading Love in Gamawa (3)
”What did you say your name is again?” I asked, trying to steady my footing. The innocence and beauty of the girl standing before me is underscribable and I will not even attempt to. “Hauwa sir” she replied. “My mother sent me to ask you if you’l nee water for your bath so I can … Continue reading Love in Gamawa (2)