Telling stories to heal the heart
If you’ve read my tagline, you will know I’m probably the last person to be writing this. If there’s one place my writing talents don’t extend to, it’s the world of romance. Not that I don’t read romance, I do. I read Nora Roberts, Jayne Ann Krentz, Elizabeth Lowell, Sandra Brown, Susan Wiggs etc. But … Continue reading How To Write Romance
J: Journalist. C: Cockroach J: so many kids are afraid of the likes of you, what’s your reaction to that C: well, from the distance your keeping from me, I wouldn’t say you are quite comfortable with me, I feel it’s a general thing, just that the older you get, the more skilled you get … Continue reading COCKROACH AND KIDS (An Interview)
You see, the whole concept is about, how you would react if this happened to you. You happen to be a normal guy, let’s say a programmer for instance, you get back from a stressful day at work, you pack the Benz in the garage and you pull your tie, your back aching. You happen … Continue reading MURDER (a guide for disposing dead bodies)
There was an old woman who lived in a tree, she only had one child but she still did not know what to do. You see, the shoe was given to her by the CEO of the Nike shoe networks. It sprung up from a political deal between he and some local government chairman in … Continue reading The Old Woman
Of course I had heard of these buses even in Nigeria. However, the whole idea of a double decker bus seemed so ridiculous that I didn’t think of it again. This was until the rainy chilly evening when I stepped out of Elephant and Castle tube station and into the well-lit streets of London. And … Continue reading London’s Red Buses
My mum had a Honda, I guess it was champagne in colour. It wasn’t an SUV, no it wasn’t. I guess it was a minivan then. A ride convenient enough to be that of a soccer mum. Why am I telling you all this? Well, this is the story of that minivan, Honda. I can’t … Continue reading My Mum’s Honda
How often do you feel like you’re an extra in an old 007 movie? Ok, maybe not so dramatic but a little something close. You’re walking along on your own minding your business, earphones in your ear, a lazy spring in your step. It’s 5:30am and you’re on your way to work. It’s going to … Continue reading Roy Bolt!
The tragicomedies of living in Sports Hall still haunt me. The male Sports Hall, sited at the very gates of the Sports complex, was originally home to the Defense Academy’s sportsmen. It had however degenerated into a den of the worst blackguards to be found anywhere in the city of Kaduna; blackguards who gave … Continue reading Jesus of Sports Hall
Praise and worship over, the whole congregation rose as the man of God strode in. He looked neither to the right nor left as he made straight for the pulpit. Women curtsied and men bowed in his wake. He didn’t acknowledge the greetings but he was aware of it. It was his due. He had … Continue reading M.o.g
When I was eleven years old, I choked on a fish bone. My mum used to make iced-fish stew for dinner every Sunday then, and my favorite part of the fish was the head. Only God in heaven knows why l liked it – I certainly don’t remember – but after that episode with the … Continue reading The Fish Sword
This is welcoming me back from a long hiatus; it was necessary, and yes, I missed you too!! The Fairy God Father says I’m a dreamer. He says that I’ve always loved to dream; from the feasible to the obviously impossible, this princess will dream! He also says that I’m a fighter, meaning that no … Continue reading Chronicles Of The Fairy Godsister – I Have A Dream!
Let me take you back, to about a decade ago, when there was no love lost between women and football. Scenario:He’s tried to do football banter with her for a couple of days now. The big league thing is coming. ‘Up man united’!Duh! She won’t budge. Analysis:You see she’s not into football. She just doesn’t … Continue reading She and that round Leather thing!
When I was an okada manIn Ala-OwerriI saw Otokoto in a whitelimousineAnd I told himWe should swap wheelsFor a secondI wanted to be Otokoto The dog wants to live in a penAnd goats wish kernels weretheir Aso-rockThat’s how day and nightEarth and the clouds negotiateTo take each other’s place,Have the other’s wivesAnd feed the other’s … Continue reading The Dog Wishes He Had Horns