If they call him omnipotent, the powerful creator of our world, why do some say he is also the weak Supreme Being? When people raise arms against their fellow human beings, it only demystifies [...]
Apr 192012
Titiloye Ladipo
Mar 132012
General Anuba sat on a big chair in the sitting room. He had a bowl of kunu in his hand. On the wall, directly above his head was a large framed picture of him. The [...]
Sep 112011
The character is Nnu Ego. Novel, Joys of Motherhood Author, Buchi Emecheta. Nnu Ego is an epitome of the African motherhood, as it was and as it is today. Buchi Emecheta, through her novel, highlights [...]
Jul 062011
We soaked the last garri, Yesterday or when was it? It must have been some time ago. Now the belly rumbles Calling for more tributes But kudi left home years ago Ego never loved us
Jun 292011
The name, Sefi Atta is yet to gain international repute like Chinua Achebe or Soyinka but it does a lot in contributing fiction to African literature and the world at large. Her novel, Everything Good [...]
Jun 212011
‘Howu!’ It said to the cobbler ‘Beaten and sapped out of strength. Take pity.’ ‘Once upon a time’, it began a story. ‘A shiny piece of leather was hard soled, gallantly priced, and smiling invisibly [...]
Jun 062011
It was a beautiful morning and the voice of the muezzin had been clearer. The shrill voice from atop the minaret roused the entire household of Professor Seye. It was a big day for the [...]
May 222011
How can I stay away? Let me remain on this altar of love, in self-sacrifice of emotions. It’s nature’s fault and not mine. I love her as she loves me. Is it a fault to [...]
Mar 272011
‘We have a mandate!’ he shouted, but his family didn’t understand what he meant. His ten-year-old son sat down munching his food, as he watched his father break for the umpteenth time, his rule about [...]
Feb 242011
Someone to tell me lies and say ‘I love you’ even if untrue. Someone I can call my own, and sleep peacefully on her bosom. A girl to soothe my thoughts,
Feb 142011
Speed thrills. Speed kills. Beware! You who drive the one eyed horse, knock not on the heaven’s door, wear not the mask of demise, hear not the tune of passing, for fiery flames, await the [...]
Feb 102011
The Hopeless said:
Hear all people,
My sour song of future tears,
The Babel curse is what we know,
That differing tongues put us apart,
And war seems our only way of peace.
Nov 202010
Red is the road on which we tread.
So calamitous, a theatre of pains and laments.
Three metals in motion, of bodies with emotions
Then comes the clash of explosions
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