For the record, I was not exactly surprised to find out which side of the divide Dele Momodu’s back page contribution in the March 21, 2008 edition of This Day weekend newspaper would swing to Read More
Dec 162012
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Dec 102012
No, this is not about the Broadway musical or its recent re-incarnation at the box-office. It is not even about some new wonder hair product designed to give your coiffure a nice shiny bounce. Truth Read More
Dec 072012
There was a country… Born of the incestuous union Of a myriad nation tribes And named in the throes Of an adulterous liaison Brothers united In a sham fraternity By strangers Who sought their unity Read More
Dec 042012
Apart from being the biggest black nation in the world and the self-proclaimed giant of Africa, another distinguishing quality about Nigeria is that it is home to a people who have this rather disturbing ability Read More
Dec 022012
_ Tabloid newspapers and magazines around the world have a distinctive feature; sensationalized headlines and sleazy celebrity news stories. In Nigeria, they are no different. However, in addition to their use of extremely bad English, Read More
Nov 292012
The desert-faring easterly Swept the invading Arabian horde Into Nubian climes And for the price of jasmine and spice A harem was exchanged Indigenous gods were ousted Traded for the deity Of a foreign land Read More
Nov 222012
Control activated in utero Prejudices and mindless superstitions Force-fed into the receptive vacuum Of a birthed vessel A mind lies in waste Filled with mythical ether Passed off as substance. The earth was absent form Read More
Oct 312012
It was a day like any other But one destined to be like no other When two unknowing actors In a play Scripted by fate Traversed its stage Neither seeing the other. Fate’s fingers plucked Read More
Oct 292012
I long so much to hate Even if for the briefest moment But I love instead I am filled with so much anger Rage has taken root In the very core of my being But Read More
Oct 142012
A strangeness courses through me One not unfamiliar to my being A warm glow brews inside Anger rises with a raging tide of emotions News of a foul deed Rages across the land Unleashing torrents Read More
Oct 112012
Behold the scribe who once the pen held Scribbling the truth to heal conscience’s wounds He inks now a dirge for a faith once professed Pandering to the fortune of fate He scribbles an ode Read More
Sep 052012
They never toiled In your fields As I did But they reaped Your harvest. Yes, they bought Your seedlings nourishments But I nurtured Them to fruition. Now, your innards They have ravaged Leaving you Aged Read More
Sep 022012
We look back now On those years past And realize The truth that was them And the lie that was us They were as real A mirage then As they are now But we thought Read More
Aug 302012
Like the innards of space Deep, wide and uncharted So you were, perhaps Before puberty’s sun Set upon your star You fine sands untrampled Your blackholes undiscovered Your vegetation Rich and luxuriant Your atmosphere unpolluted Read More
Aug 162012
The fabled General Rescued from the infamy Of a phantom treason And favoured With the spoils Of a Baron’s martyrdom But denied the privilege Of a political trifecta Gifts the unyielding subjects A sickly totem Read More
Jul 052012
You before whom I unmask myself dancing naked to your lone spectator spewing forth my tortured lines to your lone audience To what end this absurd theatre? an applause for my act? but I act Read More
Jul 022012
Truly, A tin-god accustomed to the brutish persuasions of his whim and caprice but unyielding to the aspirations of others journeys only closer to the infamy of insurrection. Madly, He dances to the symphony Of Read More
Jun 292012
Time there was When their impotent friendship Gave birth to our virile comity Their dying embers Fanned our blossoming association We lost them But we found us Time there was When our sins with them Read More
Jun 272012
There is something about war That heralds peace Something about The spill of blood That blesses mother earth’s womb Something about A death scream That is music to the ear Something about evil that spells Read More
Jun 232012
Your cradle is empty Kurt It stands cold and desolate Rocking gently to the rhythm of death Your shawl lies still in it Providing warmth For your absence. Born into a dawn Ablaze with saber-ended Read More