It’s about to rain. In Lagos, the rain does not always fall when the clouds are sombre. Sometimes it’s mere climatic shakara – a deceptive foreplay of lightning, dark clouds and thunder that ends in thin-legged gusts of rain and nothing more. But the imminence of this particular rain is established in tentative raindrops that … Continue reading Stitches from Jankara
Her background lacked definition in poverty rating. Far from being born with a metal spoon let alone a silver one, it could not still be placed in the province of a wooden spoon. It was not bad enough to be the first child of poor, rural parents who encouraged poverty with numerous children. At age … Continue reading Without a wooden spoon
Besides the festivity of sex, another very engaging content of that spectacular film, Spartacus, is dialogue. Whether couched in the vocabulary of sex, human exploitation or triumph, Spartacan dialogues exude humour and poetic elegance. One particular statement from that triumphant martyr of a character called Crixus, was the summation of the entire longish struggle that … Continue reading When a trembling hand becomes a fist