Poets are murderers Yes we are. We are teachers of the ultimate truth We enlighten the universe of the foundation of life We teach them love With sweet tongues we forge our words Making them into beautiful sounds for the ears And pleasant sight to the eyes. We feed their hearts with fantasies and pleasant … Continue reading Poets are murderers
Where dreams are gold of thought Where cloud are silvers of hope Where future husband the street Where ghost don’t crack bones of human. This colour of African night depict water A formless form of laughter tickling home If this history be made of Kinta Kunte, I will lit this weekend with a strange tune … Continue reading May We Meet Again.
Remember the street is a dryeR Easing out fears into a flat pastE Memories may be seen as an imaM Entering into convenant with hastE Minding the time he coiled on kiliM Beauties of the street are folded like bulb Entertaining the earth like lonely artistE Remember the street made you a fatheR Thinking for … Continue reading Remember The Street
“Do you remember the story of the Antelope Woman?” “It is story time?” I screamed with childish delight. We had both been staring at the seamless beauty of the constellation of stars the whole time. Papa and I were lying on the mat outside our home enjoying the caress of the cool evening breeze. “Have … Continue reading A Night of Dreadful Wonder
To love the wrong What worser fate than to love the wrong? To utter words of love and be hit with a prong A two edged stab to your heart to tear you worlds apart And cast it’s shadow on the pitiful demise of your volition Held sway at freewill by another without your permission … Continue reading To Love The Wrong
“For the sake of next year’s election, we need to do this Mister President” The special adviser to the president. The room went silent, sited on the round table are high-ranking politicians and military personals. I felt like bagging into the room and killing everyone them, port bellied idiots, it would be considered treason, at … Continue reading Dead Lions Don’t Roar.
My sister would always wait until the time lose concentration in the dead evening. She would tell mother it was time for vigil. Her racial church always has one every Friday. Mother won’t complain cos she thought her to be a good girl & we were the bad eggs. I became sick of watching her … Continue reading Those Things Girls Do behind Closed Doors.
They called us “dot” on the map and nobody is quite sure where. Inside that “dot” were 700 lawyers, 500 physicians, 300 engineers, 8 million poets, 2 novelists of the first rank, and God only knows what else — about one third of all the black intellectuals in Africa. Those intellectuals had once fanned out … Continue reading A Betrayed People
“Ehizogie was a very powerful witch doctor and in those days, men of his kind were fond of marrying spirit beings and people with strange powers”, my father said. I knew it was story time once I heard those words. I quickly snuggled up to him. His breath reeked of tobacco and his baritone echoed … Continue reading The Antelope Woman
They say the Area Boys are a law unto themselves. They say they are a pack of illiterate feral kids who’d slit your throat in a heartbeat for a bag of candy. They are smelly, dirty little boys who lived like sewer rats in colonies underneath the bridge or behind the motorpark. Their homes are … Continue reading The Education of Area Boy
I had been married for 15 years, no issue to show for it. I was so frustrated and concerned as I was nearing menopause; but to my amazement, my husband was not so bothered at all. My husband’s family began mounting so much pressure on him to take a second wife, but he refused. This … Continue reading I Killed Him
THIS IS DEMOCRACY This is democracy, where we say we practice government of the people, government by the people and government for the people. This is democracy, where the cats, the dogs, the rats, the goats, the pigs and the antelopes were to choose a Lion as a subordinate but they ended up choosing an … Continue reading This Is Democracy
Every hand is on deck the search is on To recover all what the looters has taken from her The government of the day is fighting tooth and nail To make sure no stone is left untouched Everyone must be probe and brought to book To book to face the consequence of yester years … Continue reading DEMOCRACY DAY: “The Corruption Crusade”
IF NOT US, WHO? IF NOT YOU, WHO? In a nation filled with with miscreantsIF NOT US, WHO? In a nation filled with political miscreants and tyrants, Led by unworthy leaders, All moving towards the path of the gutter, Despite her uncommon number of talented hustlers. In a world filled with endless opportunities, Undeniable abilities, … Continue reading If Not Us, Who?
After Amadioha went into sweet nightmares, he made us to breath through the chest of the sea. from the celestial bodies of the shrine, We shone our forefather’s smile with a mirage, a little littered mirage spelling words in ellipsis. these were the rose crumbs tailored in the sand castle of our glassful laughter, we’re … Continue reading Rituals