Far away from Kaduna, the smell of roasting cashews, surfing the morning air, assails the clean-shaven boy featherly. Framed by the barred windows, he looks beyond the walls of the house, far above the trees, [...]
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Jan 022011
Jan 022011
She says she is leaving you, not coming back ever. But all you can do now is stare at her breasts, or at the blouse that covers them. Breasts you know are encased in a [...]
The wind howled as the rain fell fast. It was already pitch dark outside, even though the sun had barely slept. The candle had gone out. Ngozi got up and lit the oil lamp. Her [...]
Jan 012011
we may not have wings but with love we could lift everyone who is broken and helpless. golden robes may not be ours but with our actions we can radiate and outshine the finest gold. [...]
Jan 012011
Boots and lethal steels trudged into the village Spilling shells and causing raging rampage Aged men and women groped for walking sticks While the youths ducked as the shells hit bricks A moment ago, the [...]
Dec 312010
I used to love her, I did. Africa; that lady. Beautiful and proud. I loved her in my childhood, when all I knew of her, were warmth and juicy fruits, when I was kissed gently [...]
Dec 312010
The studio went dim, and then there was that sound that has become the trademark of the game show. Then it was all silent. I felt my grip on the arms of the black swivel [...]
Dec 022010
Early ’93 My name is Tito. I am the smallest girl on the street, too tiny for my age. I am ten. I’m also the worst tomboy—I don’t weave my hair; don’t wear skirts; hate [...]
Nov 292010
We approached the senate floor, a crowd of sweaty students dressed in our night clothes, armed with tree branches and leaves, singing our aluta songs,”…solidarity forever/ solidarity forever/ we shall always fight for our rights!” [...]
Nov 262010
I am pregnant. For a married man. There, I’ve said it, out loud for all to hear. For every individual I have ever met to have their fill; raining curses and abuses on me. For [...]
Apr 252010
“Koko, are you listening to me?” asked Atim as she realized that her cousin had not responded to anything she had said to her in the last few minutes. Looking up she noticed the faraway [...]
Apr 252010
I can see clearly now…the storm is over After suffering blisters and bruises Healing is finally taking its course However the scars remain, the pain has not been forgotten But they serve as a memorial…there’s [...]
For the love of children… The beginning and end of this article should have been, ‘LAGOS IS CHAOTIC’! Gosh!! I love the Fairy Godfather et al but sometimes I wonder if he created Lagos just [...]
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