BLAME THE SCHOOL SYSTEM FOR THOSE LIES OUR TEACHERS TOLD US Blame the school system for those lies our teachers told us in the classroom. Good grades are not what life needs, in reality, good grades sometimes don’t take you up there but they condition your mind to one man’s idea. Blame the school system … Continue reading Blame The School System For Those Lies Our Teacher Told Us.
QUESTIONING THE ILLUSION OF BURYING THE DEAD IN SOME PART OF NIGERIA Why do people spend much money during funerals? Why do we honour people more when they are dead than when they were alive? We build houses, we re-paint the old house, we repair the Zinc, we build more rooms and repair the damaged … Continue reading Questioning The Illusion Of Burying The Dead In Some Part Of Nigeria
It is only passion, dream, aspiration and wit that makes life worth living. Even if you find your passion late in life, don’t let it go, pursue it with all your being. I have looked for many excuses to live in a world others made for me but, writing said no yesterday. It said no … Continue reading Understanding The Power In Your Writing
DO NOT URINATE HERE! This land belongs to Buhari, he has the financial keys to every land here! You must not urinate here unless you are a cow, beware of military’ Dogs, they’re watching. You must not answer nature’s call here, this region is for grazing of the first citizens, do you expect them to … Continue reading Do Not Urinate Here
NKPORO II In proportion to the gospel of man about creation & evolution & sand of time, living in Nigeria is to kill like Osama Bin Laden without origin of profile, & give your heart to crulty. Man down, Father picked up the apple for me his good–for-nothing-child; a living dead. non-living son. What do … Continue reading Nkporo II
No Fela and son could tell of this present roaring Government. We would soon forget this forgery pain upon the odours the land created. Empty bellies shall revive casualties to beckon the spring of spiritualism &the bed shall not talk of absence of bodies on the feet of her tender care. Our today has queued … Continue reading Beware of Dogs
MAY WE ALWAYS REMEMBER… The black cat came again. You know Grandpa told us last time that black cats especially, symbolise evil. When it came, it went towards the shrine. It looked at the tallest wooden goddess, then to the gods at the dark side of the shrine where grandpa usually sit and later to … Continue reading May We Always Remember…
Each time I try to do it right, I fail myself. I’ve tried all I could but I keep getting it wrong. The other day, someone’s comment on my wall made me want to give up writing but I told myself I would write again and again and again but I keep failng and failing … Continue reading Writing Is Not For Little Children
THE MYSTERIES IN WRITING Sometimes you don’t even know how to explain what you have written. You look at yourself after reading what you have written and ask yourself if truly you were the one that wrote it. Sometimes you proffers solutions to some issues and problems and the other times, you leave those problems … Continue reading The Mysteries In Writing
WEARING MY FATHER’S THOUGHTS ABOUT TRADITION AND CULTURE OF MY PEOPLE. Growing up, I saw no shrine in my father’s compound. I saw no native doctor or any thing fetish in our family compound in Nkporo. But the worst of it all was that I didn’t see him in the church until his death in … Continue reading Wearing My Father’s Thoughts About Tradition And Cultures of My People.
IF TOMORROW NEVER COMES Tell mother how much I love her. Tell father that he is the best father the world has ever produced. He is a lion, a brave heart, a new wave of greatness in an African heart. Tell little Uche that his smile would last forever in my heart. We can’t answers … Continue reading If Tomorrow Never Comes
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