All posts by Razon-Anny Justin

Anny Justin Udofia, 35; is a Nigerian poet published in the Red-Parrot Magazine and extensively on e-zines like the Kalahari review, allpoetry, poemhunters, I_am_not_a_silent_poet blog, southernibid's wordpress and many others. He holds the 2014 Creative Writer's Association of Nigeria, CWAN award in the poetry category and was a finalists in the highly rated 'BB10 Poetry Slam' held at University of Ibadan in April, 2015. Apart from poetry, Anny writes fiction and short stories. His stories have appeared on MyNaijaStories, Nairaland etc. He speaks Ibibio/Efik, Igbo and English. He blogs @ http://southernibid.wordpress.com E-mail: razon_anny@hotmail.com Phone: +2347036647700 Twitter: @Poet_Razon

MOTEL BLUES [Episode I]

MOTEL BLUES (part One) *** “I go marry next year”, Bella said in her fabulous pidgin as she busied by the dressing mirror. I froze as her words hit me. She instinctively turned my way and continued. “I don dey old for hia. I no for tell anoda babe, buh you be my padi. I … Continue reading MOTEL BLUES [Episode I]

TOMORROW [a Poem]

TOMORROW I.) At dark corners, in silent rooms In warm chambers of chiming hearts Hangs tomorrow- precariously, As cobwebs strung by fate’s spiders Our arms are too short… Tomorrow can’t be touched It must eventually come… Even though tomorrow isn’t death. Today is not today. Today is tomorrow that passed away. We want tomorrow! we … Continue reading TOMORROW [a Poem]

Journey Of The Crooked Path

JOURNEY OF THE CROOKED PATHS In the southern ibid tale There is tinder like flax That neither leaves the hearth cold Nor cooks the broth, as told. The bamboo said “straight is the path” So I sailed straight into your face And was betrayed by smiles That gleams and beckons to the flash But seldom … Continue reading Journey Of The Crooked Path

THE MIRACLE PEDDLER [Episode IV]

Episode Four *** “There was a mishap along East- West road this morning. Nobody knew exactly how it happened, but a bus filled with student coming back from a church programme in Port Harcourt skidded off the tarmac and ran into a tree in the nearby bushes. One student died on the spot, the others … Continue reading THE MIRACLE PEDDLER [Episode IV]

St. Valentine’s Cycle

THE VALENTINE’S DAY CYCLE First thing on 14th February, every year – on Whatsapp, BBM, facebook and Twitter – guys will post display pictures of ladies different from the ones they posted on the same date, the previous year and which they do not intend to post next year. Later in the day, the real … Continue reading St. Valentine’s Cycle

THE MIRACLE PEDDLER [Episode III]

Episode Three *** It was 7:45 p.m and the massive church auditorium was already packed to capacity. Large crowds had occupied the whole church area. Buses loaded with miracle seekers turned in their numbers into the venue. Traffic gridlocks had no end as the only access road was on a lock down. One could hear … Continue reading THE MIRACLE PEDDLER [Episode III]

THE MIRACLE PEDDLER [Episode II]

Episode Two *** 5:30 p.m, thursday evening and Pastor was already in town. By 6:00 p.m he was sufficiently lodged in an exquisite hotel along F- Line in Ewet Housing Estate. The two girls were ushered in by Val and as they flirted and giggled seductively, Pastor sitting on one side of the giant twin- … Continue reading THE MIRACLE PEDDLER [Episode II]

About Valentine And Plumbers

14th February, 2016, 02: 30 pm *** “Happy Valentine”, another neighbor greeted. This time it was the girl- neighbor with the numerous girlfriends. We became close friends after the blocked toilet system saga last two months. At the end, I had told her the truth and she had taken to me afterwards. Now, we live … Continue reading About Valentine And Plumbers

The Wait

THE WAIT I.) Wait for me! Tarry, Mon Diamant√© For it’s a long journey- Across jagged rocks of despair- To the oasis of sweats. I am on the roads, At the junction of hearts. I drive in haste But love is a snail. Wait while I come to thee. II.) You must wait- when I … Continue reading The Wait

The Watershed

*** Last week was hectic, but rewarding. At the end, I came back from Eket- restless and exhausted. It was not the drinks, though the occasional stares from fellow passengers in the cab I boarded back to Uyo told me my sweats were oozing alcohol. Alcohol from two nights of inebriate drinking, but it wasn’t … Continue reading The Watershed

A Word’s Worth

A WORD’S WORTH I. A story, a tale, a life. II. Your word- a story; Your worth in life. III. In words we trust For money is words; Money: our worth. IV. It’s neither in the flow of lyres Nor velvet vocodes of songs What matters to you breathes the stick, In matters- more important … Continue reading A Word’s Worth

THE MIRACLE PEDDLER [Episode I]

Episode One *** 2:30 p.m, tuesday and the expected call just came through. Being the last week of the month, Pastor Kay was coming into Uyo from Port Harcourt and that was good news. Here was another chance to hustle him, have fun and rake some cool dough in at the end of the week; … Continue reading THE MIRACLE PEDDLER [Episode I]

CAN I [Careless Emotions]

CARELESS EMOTIONS * The sinews of my heart are taut again- Will it break? Or slackened into chords of ruptured fibre- Will it hold? My emotions have dissolved into your own- Will I drown? Or sail on perpetual seas of enamored feels- Will the storms pass? Even as I bemoan calm and tide- Will I … Continue reading CAN I [Careless Emotions]

Things That Leave Scars

******************************* Evelyn had her first experience yesterday. So today, when Besse visited- her smallish form propped up on a St. Luke’s bed- she had peered into her mother’s face- worry creases splayed up on her tender brows- and asked that same question Besse had asked her own mother, Evelyn’s grand-mother, when she was barely eight, … Continue reading Things That Leave Scars