The tragedy that welcomed me into Lagos city is yet to go away. At 1:00AM on some nights, Sharafadeen still visits to haunt me in ghostly nightmares. On one such night, he allured my inner self into an endless darkness and chanted clumsy lines from a certain Mount Zion song in unearthly harmonics. He lifted … Continue reading The Reappearing
Youths constitute the strongest force every nation has and with the right orientation, they do great things. In Nigeria, the National Youth Service Corps (NYSC) has a community development group saddled with the sole responsibility of anti-trafficking in persons – the ATP CD group. This is perhaps one of the means through which governments in … Continue reading Is having a Housegirl or Houseboy Illegal?
She muzzles the ox Upon the earth’s breast In the presence of the winds Worshipped by the bowing trees On the day birth pangs peaked Her supposed lord and husband Away from the farming grounds In the deep of the forest’s heart Hunting incautious antelopes That drank from the river’s brink Agbadi, the manly woman … Continue reading The Manly Woman
The Convener It was just before Christmas last year that I first attended a literature book reading in my twenty-something year old life. After wandering to and fro Sinrari Daranijo Street in Victoria Island for some minutes, we (I and the bike rider) finally found the apparently camouflaged Lifehouse at 5: 25pm. A reading had been … Continue reading An Evening at the Lifehouse
He will walk away into the woods Through a route you both know blindly And return after the set of the sun today Just before the reappearance of a naked rainbow You know you must conquer your fears Before the darkness chases the day away Before he comes unto you in that secret place Where … Continue reading The Valentine Rite
The Gift of Punishment I opened the door quietly and shouted, “Ah Musiliu! Wetin you dey do?” You dey steal!” I had made just enough noise to shock and knock him off balance because he almost fell as I stepped in. His sorry eyes found my gleeful gaze and he sank into the ground immediately, … Continue reading The Gift of Punishment
Believe me, I’m a nice guy But for you, I will kill a dragon Honey for you, I could kickbox a lion Believe me, I’m a gentleman But for you, I will fight a wrestler Baby for you, I could tussle a boxer Believe me, I’m a local dreamer But for you, I … Continue reading Believe Me, I’m a Nice Guy
This poem was extracted from a full article. Now my friend, I beseech you with a few words Words that makes no sense to poor minds I remind you of who you are The man who is “instrumented” by God Instrumented to install rare kings Dele, I write you lines Lines that seem ordinary … Continue reading My One-time Doppelganger: an ode to Fasanmi Bamidele
My alarm buzzes-ring!!! Out of my cosy bed, I jump Into the frigid tub, I slump I pull the shower handle, Shoved both paste and brush into my mouth And bubbles mix with cool menthol on my skin It’s another working day And I am running late! Do I wear the new black suit? … Continue reading Why I Get Paid
(As Published on TIG Panorama Magazine of June 2010) You wake up and it’s late in the morning It’s ten o’clock but you’re still yawning Your mates are already off to work But for you, even that sleep was work! You brush your teeth quickly and sit on the sofa Boy, even the … Continue reading Minus productivity
Selense, Daughter of monkeys Brought forth into the earth From the aging wombs of Sikiratu Alalubosa* You are at the mercy of your merciless slave masters Born in the darkness of the sun At the cries of the clear firmament As mighty waters banged upon the rusted roofs Of the mud house sitting beside … Continue reading These gods are to be Blamed
The account, as given by James Lisandro Jnr. Well, I am probably not in the best position to share love insights because I deliberately lack playboy exploits. But recently, in what harboured great potential for endless affection, I have skilfully played the role of a jackanapes. I have been guilty. Actually, guilt wrote me … Continue reading To Love a Woman
According to the Wikipedia, a spelling bee is a competition, where the contestants, usually children, are asked to spell English words. Each time a contestant is unable to spell a word correctly, they are eliminated and this removal process continues until an overall winner and some runner-ups emerge. And while the Wikipedia accounts that … Continue reading Spelling the Bee in Victoria Island
In the midst of sewage By the odour of stagnant waters Where innumerable species of parasites live We sit our butts upon wooden stools, waiting to feed The ignorant winds, They blow more odour into our nostrils Yet, we tolerantly ask forwhat is available And soon, we are served with the meals we … Continue reading Where do we Eat?
These days in Nigeria and with the global economic situation, classroom education is not enough to give youths a source of income. In fact, education does not guaranty employment rather, it makes students employable. As such, youths who have seen the four walls of high schools and universities with the evidence of due certificates … Continue reading NYSC Drama CD Group Discovers New Talents in Kuramo