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The best form of self expression is that of the purposeful flicker of the pen on a receptacle for the depth of man which spoken words cannot attain.
True Nigerian Transport Stories – Episode 1

True Nigerian Transport Stories – Episode 1

These stories are true life experiences i’ve had while in Public Transport on our beloved Nigerian Roads. Although its based on true occurrences, poetic license is used where necessary. Its late Saturday morning and I decided to embark on a journey from location 1 (my house) to location 4 (my destination). There are also locations 2 … Continue reading True Nigerian Transport Stories – Episode 1

Thoughts from Chinua Achebe’s Things Fall Apart [Part 1]

Thoughts from Chinua Achebe’s Things Fall Apart [Part 1]

Things fall apart by Chinua Achebe undoubtedly holds a place on the shelve of phenomenal classic Nigerian literature. The protagonist, Okonkwo, is a very colorful character; and the skillful mastery with which the story is told keeps the reader hooked unto it until the end. There are several subplots in that book and one that … Continue reading Thoughts from Chinua Achebe’s Things Fall Apart [Part 1]

My one and only

My one and only

I loved her before I met her
She was older but it didn’t seem to matter
I yearned for her to love me
But it seems her love had gone on a journey

I loved her when I met her
my eyes opened to view the world of her beauty
At that point I was overwhelmed with feeling
Nothing more perfect, the ignorance of not knowing

I refuse!

I refuse!

In our world that is rife with strife
I publicly declare my refutations
carving out these declarations
for the extinguishing of said aberrations

I refuse to live in a land flowing with milk and honey
while a larger population grapple for food in the dust bin
I refuse to exist in a world where I am judged
by the colour of my skin before I open my mouth to speak

The Kingdom

The Kingdom

For now the dust had cleared

But the war was far from its end

He never knew what he dreaded the most

The fear or his inability to drop a tear

Until he met his untimely end.

He looked up in despair

With eyes swollen shut by blows

At a sight only a few get to see

Of bodies wasted in a heap like debris