There are not many people who can turn down the seduction of a mirror. On entering a room, especially if no one else is there, most of us would naturally turn to the mirror for a thorough appraisal of our face, moustache, hair, shirt, or chain. A lady might perhaps go as far as inspecting … Continue reading Reflections From Abraham Maslow’s Mirror.
I have always held the view that time is formless, that the calendar is a mere ruse, which helps the limited human mind (a perpetual slave to form) to give shape to that which is just too immense for any such. Never mind the winding musings of my hermitic mind, today, December 25, 2011, is … Continue reading Today Is Christmas
I saw red on Christmas day It wasn’t Santa’s glowing robe Red that poured like the sky in Noah’s days From annihilated pipes which once bore lives I saw white too on Christmas day It wasn’t the flash of close-up smiles White mater of juvenile brains Brutally disrobed like the flesh of coconut … Continue reading I Saw Red on Christmas Day
The sun was blazing when I boarded at Gatwick. I was to make a ten-hour flight across the Atlantic to the Caribbean. As I sat down and prepared my mind for that journey of more than four thousand miles, it occurred to me what huge blessing technology had brought to humanity. Christopher Columbus, Walter Raleigh, … Continue reading The Sun Perhaps Never Really Sets.
Life and death, and the myriad of dusts that they raise are eternal mysteries. As antagonistic to each other as they appear to be in nature, they remain nature’s all important inseparable Siamese twins in that the very process which gives birth to the first, parcels the second for a later – often sooner though! … Continue reading Anatomy Of A Murderer’s Heart
Man, and indeed all living beings inhabit a wild, indifferent world; a world where a tsunami could wield its destructive strength to full capacity without any pity for the lives that would perish. It returns to its calm state as if nothing wrong ever took place. And while humanity mourns and counts her loss, an … Continue reading Unsung Crimes Against Humanity
Tear-laden sky We appreciate your empathy But, like the mess of a fallen egg Some things cannot be undone Your torrential tears have appeased the earth That the grave might be an easy dig Weep no more and give way Let us plant him, who has become stilled Perhaps he would return at harvest … Continue reading Burial Blues (1)
Yes, I believe there is bound to be pandemonium if not a full-fledged war when the elusive judgement day, preached by most religions finally comes . Before you dismiss my proposition as sheer insanity, think about this: the stereotype born-again christian – here I mean the type that has been aptly described as a christian … Continue reading Riot At The Gates Of Heaven.
They were tardy and clumsy; my footsteps as I made my final descent from a hall of residence in College of Medicine, University of Lagos/LUTH, Idi-araba, a couple of months back. It was as if my limbs were soggy from the tearful downpour of a nostalgic heart. That ageless, indifferent tyrant, time, had yet again … Continue reading Idi Araba: When I Remember You…
It is harder to find an African who has no witch waiting for him at the threshold of success, in the dark privacy of his room, or elsewhere at all, than it is to find water in the Sahara. In the opinion of many, there is no point questioning the existence of witches. We have … Continue reading I Say Let The Witches Be.
The first night I set out to write this piece, a friend of mine walked into my room, caught a glimpse of the title, and instantly became so confounded by the title that he exclaimed in stutters, ‘but… this is… I mean this sounds out of place with reality’. That night, a barrel of arguments, … Continue reading Wealthy Prisoners Of Poverty
Sometimes in June 2001, I was promenading in a street in Abeokuta with an erudite old man (then about 70yrs of age) when, upon a moment of distraction, I turned around only to see my companion a couple steps behind me, and in a tight, affectionate embrace with another man of about the same age … Continue reading Goodbye
December 25, 1996. Abeokuta. Christmas, to me, is like a mystical book whose chapters are lived out, or better put, walked into, one at a time, year after year. There have been years when I walked into certain strange discoveries; some brought me weird toys; a few brought me lifelong friends; while I walked into … Continue reading A Divorce On Christmas Day.