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.
This dream fell out from my eyes last night when I tried to find a related body to passionately tell all that I have being through but could not. This dream was the light of my skin but fairer was the colour of its miseries. Coming home is a tribulation you should never dream of. … Continue reading For Those Boys Who Were Aborted
Boys! When the night fell on the shadows of our grandfathers, they walked towards some miles away from the memory of darkness to find light. People labelled them evil and diabolic. Some stoned them while others got their throat cut off in the name of a new god. Our fathers could not fight back because, … Continue reading For Those Boys Singing Of Nkporo Land
Silent! Open your Bible to Saint John 11:35 Somewhere at the junction of fate and survival let’s see the guiltless tears quaking this messed land! Old sweat of the saints gathered Ancient blood of the cross stood And the curtain broke into two Cracking the raven of the blind side of a land pouring an … Continue reading And Jesus Wept For Nigeria
(Holding fire and water together) I don’t know why the rain keeps writing the name of Nigeria on the ground in every corner. I don’t know why we are this broken and tortured like the fragments of the dust. I don’t know why the Dapchi girls returned yesterday while their chikbok friends are still in … Continue reading Re-Visiting Nigeria
(For my Jos boys) Jos was not just just to all of us. Plateau made the chaos that took away your pure souls to where torment is.we would purge out all our sins for this. I am not happy at all. I am not! some feelings keep chasing me like a hound dog back into … Continue reading For Those Boys Who Went Crying Blood And Water
When I saw this picture, I remembered how boyhood hurts. How we were planted in the hands of abuse; lost sisters and uncles. How our parents thought we were old enough to man ourselves, to find our way; so they gave us a weak freedom. They gave us freedom to our doom. The freedom that … Continue reading Boys Are Not Stones I
let’s dive into the thought of that Benue woman. let’s see through her sorrow carved separately, how many children are born to die before noon? 1966 saw this on the tail of her skins proudly, till 1977, pogom of lunatic fringed our thoughts, We enslaved our reasonings to the ashes of right, everything without a … Continue reading Genocide