Growing up in Lagos, Nigeria- The country with the largest concentration of black people in the world totalling about 185 million people with a small population of minorities – I never had any cause to reflect on my race or to even acknowledge it in the first place. We learnt about slavery and the … Continue reading When Did I Discover I Was black?
Where the sun kisses the sea, The watchman lives. On this path where home calls, Stands the grand, white tower. The lodestar shines bright Unmoved, unshaken As I forge ahead Heaving and tossing. I dance to the rhythm of the sea Nature’s inevitable worshipper. Daylight swallowed into a bed of blue- Black, glistening blue. … Continue reading The Lighthouse
The melody continued. Drip, drop. Drip, drop.. Just when it appeared as if the pregnant clouds had dried out, we heard once again, determined splatters knocking at the small window at the back of the room. My heart pounded. Seven days had slowly passed since Nana was taken away and according to tradition of … Continue reading Raindrops And Shadows
With the beginning of the millennial generation came the indispensable medium of communication- Man’s new best friend, the internet. Who could have thought that a communication system initially designed to serve scientists and the military would one day help one uncover a cheese cake recipe or help one track down a long-lost friend? The Internet … Continue reading Is the Internet a Blessing or Curse for the Millennial Generation?
It’s a different kind of jail Where I am imprisoned by the mind of the man Bound by the desires of his heart A constant battle to find my feet I live in a world where I must be silent I should be seen, and not heard. My opinion does not and will not … Continue reading A Different Kind Of Jail
He couldn’t understand why they were laughing this time. “I used to woke up very early in the holiday, too”, he repeated. Slowly, this time. He guessed that his classmates had misunderstood him the first time. “It’s not only when we are in the school that me, I wakes up early.” Another round of … Continue reading Untitled
Far away from the hustle and bustle of the mad city, alone in the quiet hush of the wild, was our hide-out. It was a small settlement built in a rush when we were children, right beside a rock. The little tent we had put up had quickly withered and worn out in the wicked … Continue reading ‘The Rock’