My small pot of Indomie was gone. It was a neat job from a sticky hand. No doubt the missing launch had been under the thief’s microscope while I prepared it, because seven minutes roughly stood between me and my missing chow. I had left my small corner of kitchen in that happy-whistling mood of … Continue reading Stolen Hunger…
Emene, Enugu. 6:09 PM. Rashidi on his second attempt, broke free from the firm hold of the two policemen that seized him with a rip of energy and tore away. And like a bat straight out of hell, Rashidi ran, very fast, putting his scrawny long legs to good use. Almost immediately, one amongst the … Continue reading Rashidi
DIARY OF A NON-ALCOHOLIC. Now what’s with the disturbing perception towards the league of guys who do not drink alcohol? Hmmmm? What’s with that stigmatization of being ordained a sissy or regarded as a nine year old when you have a bottle or can of malt drink in your hand sitted in the company of … Continue reading Diary of a non-alcoholic..
With a reckless abandon, Ebuka and Chidiebere attacked the white ceramic plate of fufu in front of them like two long starved prisoners, totally disregarding the glint of amusement housed in the eye sockets of other customers who also came to eat at the busy restaurant. Their individual mould of fufu blinked so many eyes … Continue reading Food Fighting…
Come and eat, we often call out to friends whenever its meal time. But I make bold to say that in most cases, that expression is expressed not to honestly summon you, but only to fall in line with that moral etiquette required of us while we eat around these part of the universe, so … Continue reading Food is Ready, Come and Eat….
Slowly, his face creased up into a very thick frown as soon as he began to contract. With both eyes squeezed shut, white teeth and fists clenched tight, the muscles were finally engaged. And as expected, all the veins in his entire body were reawakened, making a bold expression on the outside. Especially the thick … Continue reading Bowel Movement Gone Wrong….
The last day of 2015 marched into my diary as one of the most exciting new year eves. The palpable emotion it came with filled the atmosphere, it was super charged. Our happy was so loud it became infectious. People got drawn to us like a bee towards nectar the very moment they felt the … Continue reading Loud Happiness..
I woke up in a sweaty panic when an ear splitting sound pierced my nap. I sat up urgently, my heartbeat erratic. Just when I was still trying to reacquaint myself with where I was, the scream came alive again, a little louder this time. I followed the scream and scrambled out of my room, … Continue reading Less TV….
Alcohol is like mothers milk to him. He really shows the effect, at least on the outside. His obvious loose and annoying displays when gauged shows he has never been a stranger to the bottle. Hand him a bottle of any liquor and he puts it away right beneath his flat stomach. And since our … Continue reading Victor
Chibuike ignored the command from the messenger who stood above him, his whole body fired up with sheer pain. ”O boy I say make you stand up salute Codo, you no hear me?!” the messenger repeated, eager to impress his boss. ”Hapu ya ka ozuo obere ike….leave am make him rest small” the Codo cut … Continue reading Tough Guy 2…
”Oya comot your shoe quick quick, even your shirt plus your trouser. No waste my time o, criminal!” a thick lady officer on duty who sat on a long stool ordered in that arrogant pidgin tongue. Some of the people that had come for bail or possibly an appointment who sat right opposite the counter, … Continue reading Tough Guy…..
Kaiser grabbed hard on the metallic door handle in a dash and yanked it open with a rupture of energy brimming with anticipation to knowing whom it was that banged hard on his door. But met no one. Surprised, he looked left,right and moved forward a step or two stretching his neck further into the … Continue reading Unseen Guest..
I am a loaded gun In the mood for some fun More like an accident waiting to happen It should not be forgotten That even the mightiest of men have fallen Which has left mankind sore and crestfallen So steer clear of my dark path Of pain, torture and more bad As I maraud forward … Continue reading The Loaded Gun..
Inhibitions… It’s a fact that I’m scared of dying, but then I have huge amounts of morbidity filled inside me. I fear height, but then it’s always been a dream to fly, fly so high that I get lost amidst eternity. It is also true that I fear accidents, but then I cant escape top … Continue reading Inhibitions
“Now remember son, always lead by example, play nice and be sure to glo wherever you find yourself, stand up for the weak ones if you possibly can and always tell the truth plus abstain from lies. I had a tad worriment sometimes imbibing some of Dad’s teachings. I couldn’t comprehend some of them then … Continue reading Arsenal Has Finished Me