THIS HOUSE IS NOT FOR SALE This house is not for sale- beware of my kitchened wife, beware of Emeka, my son & Tobi, my Son-in-law; even Musa, my gate man. Everyone is a thief in his room, everyone is a saint outside his room- Trespassers will be persecuted. Behind the closed doors are unscripted … Continue reading This House Is Not For Sale
I HAVE GIVEN NOTHING TO THE WORLD YET I ran out of my self yesterday trying to be myself. My shadow watched me as I ran, it never followed me. It stood aloof looking at how desperate I was to myself. I tried to ran out of my body to the measurable deep down of … Continue reading I Have Given Nothing To The World Yet.
WILL IGBO LANGUAGE SURVIVE TILL THE NEXT GENERATION? Will Igbo language still be relevant in the next generation? Will it still survive as a language in the next 50 years to come? Will people still speak this language or will they have a modernised one? WILL IGBO LANGUAGE SURVIVE TILL THE NEXT GENERATION? The gradual … Continue reading Will Igbo Language Survive Till The Next Generation?
IF I HAVE CHIMAMANDA NGOZI ADICHIE AS A MOTHER Sometimes I always get myself into some thoughts I’ll rather avoid on a good day because some issues are better left behind than talking or writing about them. Some other times, I refrain myself from these thoughts, from putting them on a piece of paper for … Continue reading If I Have Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie As A Mother
WRITING IS A LIFE STYLE We write to taste life twice, in a moment and in retrospect. Anais Nin. A lifestyle is the typical way of life of an individual, group, or culture. Wikipedia states that lifestyle is the interests, opinions, behaviours, and behavioural orientations of an individual, group, or culture. The ability for you … Continue reading Writing Is A Lifestyle
DEALING WITH SOME HUNGRY NIGERIAN FEMINISTS It seems to be the fashion nowadays for a girl to behave as much like a man as possible. Well, I won’t! I’ll make the best of being a girl and be as nice a specimen as I can: sweet and modest, dear, dainty thing with clothes smelling all … Continue reading Dealing With Some Hungry Nigerian feminists
SATIRE 020 I don’t know why Nigeria is this good these days. I don’t know why no one is complaining of hunger and pains. We no longer see dead bodies littered in our streets and no sound of Boko Haram again. I don’t know why the masses won’t suffer a little. The leaders are so … Continue reading Satire 020
FOR THOSE WRITERS WHO THINK OF QUITTING I don’t care to know how many times you have being rejected by magazines and online journals, yes, I don’t care because it is normal things to writers. I don’t care to know how many publication houses that your manuscripts have gone to and they bounced back to … Continue reading For Those Writers Who Think Of Quitting.
One of the major problems or issues that some contemporary Nigerian writers have today is that they want to write and sound like Chimamanda Adichie, Wole Soyinka, Chinua Achebe, Christopher Okigbo, Habila Helon and Many others to be accepted by the society. They want to echo from the voices of these people rather than … Continue reading Writers: Stop Copying Chimamanda Adichie’s Writing Style!
I AM JUST A BOY, I AM NOT A BURDEN This statement fell out from his mouth as his mother lynched him with a whip on the ground. He shouted on top of his voice defending his manity, voice shaken and hands akimbo. There on the street I stood watching him enduring and fighting to … Continue reading I Am Just A Boy, I Am Not A Burden
A REVIEW OF BEN JOSSY’S SONG : BENUE CHILD “Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought” Percy Bysshe Shelley- “When I’m writing, I’m thinking about myself, because it’s the only experience I have to draw on. And I don’t see exact reflection of myself in every face in the audience, but I … Continue reading The Beginning Of Everything Genocide
Sometimes the pains of one’s origin become unbearable when the urge to ask what killed your grandfather and grandmother keeps revisiting you over and over without seeking your permission. Sometimes when you keep seeing the amputated leg of your father dangling as he walks here and there and the tattered broken home of your grandparents, … Continue reading Revisiting Biafuru: Our Story Of Misery And Survival
He was either looking for a home in his mother’ thought; A place where lost freedom is found to be a lurking land. He was either searching for the colour of a new song, a song of colour and crystal ray from the shadow of her heart. We define threnody with a moonful of sadness … Continue reading When a boy left his town through his mother’s eyes
Get rejected by publishers and magazines, feel the rejections and bounce back.Get abused but never relent on it. Let them squeeze your manuscripts for once and throw it in a waste can, yes, for once; It would make you better, dear boys. Allow a publisher to kick you out and allow your heart to cry … Continue reading For Boys Like Me Who Are Writers.
Our ancestral home would not forget your perfection. On this ground shall we plant your names also for those who are to come. We will gather firewood, we will gather soothsayers, we will gather seekers of fate to get into you. Life is meant to be spent in joy. Having Nkporo on your lips is … Continue reading For Those Boys Bearing Nkporo Names On Their Lips.