From my life I write to you the memories of a longing life. Like the spider spinning her web and knowing which threads were safe for her to tread on and which were the sticky ones meant to trap her meals, I am quite a stammerer blaming the work of my maker whenever I lift … Continue reading My DEAR …
Dear black girl, Your African skin is a rare gem to behold, With depth and richness of melanin it bears. Those who have seen you in person can testify of your stunning ebony beauty, So be comfortable in wearing your black skin. You are different and way more beautiful than you can imagine. You think … Continue reading Black Girl, you’re more Beautiful than you think
I AM Igbo I’m not western, I am culture I am not a fraudster, I’m enyi gi (your friend) I am not bureau-de change; I facilitate money supply (Omee-ego) I am not violent I am not stereotyped I am not a ritualist I am an entrepreneur I am literate I am humane I am not … Continue reading I AM Igbo
How we met I don’t remember Feels like we’ve known each other for years Utterly different our worlds are Like a delicious mix of the best and worst. Her beauty so charming With it a brain so stunning Both I fell in love with Like a love portion by the circle witch. Beauty nor brain … Continue reading The girl in blue dress
Some call it the civil war While others choose to call it the biafran war For two and the half years it lasted. That war that was synonymous to starvation. For if we eastern brethens have separated Where would “bia” be in Wazobia? That war that begat peace And restored unity. Despite many heroes fell … Continue reading We Remember
My heart beat slowly But I waited. Alas the outcome came The heart missed multiple beats. Tears unable to flow this time Words can’t describe. Persevering mind shattered Months of sleepless night in vain. Does hardworking not pay again? Does God not answer prayers anymore? All these questions I pondered As I walk away in … Continue reading The Saddest Moment
Welcome to UNEC; the second daughter of the mothering Nsukka campus, birthed in 1961 in a serene corner of the very heart of Enugu city; a professional training hub for bright intellectual minds on an unwaivering quest for academic conquest. Interestingly, whenever a story of UNEC is told; a metaphoric allusion is tendered unto her … Continue reading Welcome to UNEC
Amaka was the prettiest girl in my class while in primary two. She was loved by everyone including teachers and students alike. Everyone wanted to be her friend and I wasn’t an exception. I used to pray for the day she would borrow sharpener from me so that I could have the opportunity to talk … Continue reading The Poor Hero
The lock is broken The cage is opened Bird set free By her captivator “Stay in ur lane, unworthy creature” She stares in awe As she peach to another tree Unknown to her She has become a laughing stock She saw her captivator destroying her nest “I’m unworthy to be called ur own, but one … Continue reading Broken Shackles
“Isaiah 4:1- In that day seven women will take hold of one man and say, “We will eat our own food and provide our own clothes; only let us be called by your name. Take away our disgrace!” If a woman mistakenly speaks a goat will open his mouth and say “Calm down, its a … Continue reading Marriage: Women Trapped In Between Misogyny And Dogma
I heard the sound Coming from afar I looked over the hills I couldn’t tell the sound Mountains melted Waters scattered the land The sun cried Cos she was asked to leave Then I could feel my feet Moved my whole body Just like a click Then I remember I heard the noise This time … Continue reading The Invasion
A place? An ideal? A struggle? A people? A hope? A war? Yes, but it’s bigger. My father said it took him years to stop ducking when he heard the sound of airplanes. As a child whenever a plane flew past, it was almost certain it was a bomber and everyone would scream “duck for … Continue reading What is Biafra?
They called us “dot” on the map and nobody is quite sure where. Inside that “dot” were 700 lawyers, 500 physicians, 300 engineers, 8 million poets, 2 novelists of the first rank, and God only knows what else — about one third of all the black intellectuals in Africa. Those intellectuals had once fanned out … Continue reading A Betrayed People
I woke up suddenly feeling throat dry, at about 8pm in the evening. After serious search for water, I came to experience its real sweetness with the little I found. After pondering over what to do next, I decided to take a move, even if it will be futile. Snatching one gallon beside, I set … Continue reading Water Scarcity, Tale of a wounded Lion