All posts by Daniel Okoli C

INFP
Us

Us

Thoughts of us in my head As I lay contemplating love on my bed Could it be that feeling that sets free? Precious and beautiful before me? You light my heart with desire And your beauty warms like a drink of  mulled wine, nothing finer If it isn’t love, that beautiful forever after It surely … Continue reading Us

UNBIDDEN (Inspired by The Nyanya Motor Park Bombing)

Tragedy Unbidden We greeted you with no kola at the door And stammered at your steely insistence As you laughed, loud reports of thunder and fire You engulfed us in blackish vapours of corruption Ours, a million sorrows forever   She woke from a dream about an old traditional dance of her childhood. It had … Continue reading UNBIDDEN (Inspired by The Nyanya Motor Park Bombing)

A curl of soft blue smoke

“What the hell is this?” He already knew what the hell it was before he recognized the tracking device, a tiny red electronic eye that seemed to be glaring balefully at them from amongst the wads of cash. “Our own don finish!” He shouted, strength suddenly draining out of his knees.” Make we move sharply!” “Wetin?” Ambrose growled, short-tempered, irritable Ambrose, … Continue reading A curl of soft blue smoke

We invented the Time Machine?

We invented the Time Machine?

What if finally the time machine – that age-long elusive bit of advanced technology- was invented? It was. And it had to be that horn-rimmed glasses sporting Ibo nerd, Cheta that unlocked the formula that could make human wave signatures travel backwards or forward in time – taking along the human particles with it. He … Continue reading We invented the Time Machine?

Saving Egbo

Saving Egbo

Death’s, the intoxicating sweet pleasure of sinking that cruelly arched tumescence forcefully, brutally into the uninitiated, virginal depths of good… then, hell. The persistent staccato of automatic rifles were deafening typewriters, ruthlessly banging out the death sentences of some hapless soldiers in murderous copper-jacketed fonts, accompanied by the occasional throaty interjection of burly 105mm Howitzers, … Continue reading Saving Egbo