I have always known victor to be a bad boy. Mama had always told me to avoid him and said “bad association spoils useful habit”. But I came to trust Victor right from the day he saved me from the opened claws of Senior Bob Satan. Victor seemed to have a way out of every … Continue reading Bob Satan
Whenever Peter and his wife pass We people on the street admired them. They were typical of ideal marriage case; Happy and glamorous all the time.We were at the church when they said “I do” For what they did long ago They would have said “I did” Then they kissed and beamed with smiles. Yes … Continue reading Peter & His Wife
Uche remembered bitterly that he would have bought a condom that evening, but didn’t just because he was shy. When he walked into the scanty pharmacy shop he was jittery. He scanned the faces of the people in the shop and his hands shook with fear. The chemist behind the counter was attending to a … Continue reading Ouchman Kwokwo (1)
This is Aba The dreamed Japan of Africa A dream turning nightmare In the grabs of choking claws Claws of politricks They have throats of iron This is Aba. A city surviving on small generators; The two stroke engines That belch and fart out blackened smokes And choke even the empty air But nobody … Continue reading This is Aba
Allow me to cry To cry away these rivers in my soul These rivers of pensive tears That clog my soul in pains That my heart would not drown Remove these dams and let my Niger flow To swallow this dirty Onitsha market Screaming and touting in my head Let my flood eat up Abuja … Continue reading Men Don’t Cry
This is not a poem It’s just about the feeling A cluster of quarrelling words Like a lad building castles on the soil Until an adult appears from nowhere And tramples on it And swaggers on without looking back What can a hapless lad do? But be frustrated And confused Like these quarrelling words This … Continue reading A Group of Quarrelling Words
Early last month, my pastor saw a vision for me and said I should pray and fast. He said he saw the angel of death hovering around my work place like a hungry hulk for a straying lizard. I became frightened not just for what he said but for the much he didn’t say. He … Continue reading The Angel Of Death 1
Why do you want to marry me? Is it for the public cheers For ever moving age inducing fears Hope it’s not for those calls without For the calls within will soon die Like recalcitrant ogbanje they come and go Why do you want to marry me Hope it’s not to be like John Note … Continue reading Why do You want to marry me?
You returned to Enugu on the 23rd of October 2009 after your father’s burial. You didn’t want to talk to anybody in your neighbourhood yet because you were tired. Your eyes were still heavy with the many tears you shaded for the eight days you stayed in the village. You left your mother and … Continue reading Your Birth Day
MY BUTTERFLY Gently hovering around it Carefully negotiating the best entry point The colours are irresistible You approached Thrust your proboscis into its juicy pool Like a dragnet it kept holding you fast Your wings radiate so brilliantly in the sun It’s like a nuptial flight of the termites So passionately involved So obsessed My … Continue reading My Butterfly / I am searching
The road to Nsukka was alive with hills and mountains of different sizes. Melvin could see some smokes coming out from the hills up in the sky. They made him think about the volcano his secondary school geography teacher talked about that could destroy a whole community. He hated geography class. He watched as kites … Continue reading Melvin’s Admission Wahala
It was the cool evening when the breeze was still and the trees did not shed much leaves to litter the compound. Bird’s chirped and hopped freely in the compound. The birds flew away and lizards scampered into the nearby bush as Melvin stepped into the compound. The compound looked deserted. Nobody was at … Continue reading Melvin
Nwanne stood in front of their new home at 50 Abam street Aba. She couldn’t see Onu and Otisi again to play with. “They must be big boys now like these ash boys here”, she thought. She watched some boys playing football in the rain. She had marked this set of boys for their always … Continue reading Becoming A Woman
Please don’t ping me yet! My BB had not been working for some time. Glo network had been so so erratic; but mine was a special case. I recharged my phone on Monday. I didn’t know that Glo BB network had been down since the Sunday night before. I subscribed for BIS and the silly … Continue reading Please don’t Ping me yet!
If facing the skies the fish cannot heaven see. Scientists sky-rocket and yet nothing see The tail looks like moonlight tale How could I see you without that long sleep? Ending a man in the invisible realms of the tale? High above the skies they say you are Even the flying birds cannot … Continue reading Is The Heaven Real? An Acrostic