Screaming at the top of our voices Our voices couldn’t be heard; We seem voiceless Going about, proud of the guns they hold What’s left now?, where else can we go? I had a dream that the world changed For a minute there was no pain Instead of sermons from the military and militants I … Continue reading Broken
The sun was radiant, all-watching eye, its light creeping into every corner, bathing the whole world in a warm glow. The mini van cruised down a twisting road, grassy, forest green hills looming over the mountainous drive. An endless expanse of turquoise wonder, shimmering a liquid gold, stretched towards the distant horizon. The grasses looked … Continue reading The Land Of My Birth
What a Night! Many things happen in the marketplace. It is here flotsams make their home. It is here the homeless make rest. It is also here that foreigners speak Yoruba and Pidgin on video. When you see homeless citizens eating cheerful in the night’s cover. You see why not everybody can gather the paper … Continue reading Night Life in Oshodi
“Oops! … I did it again. Got lost in the game. I checked the laundry, my basketball shorts were all wet in the the washer. The ones that were big on me were the only dry ones. I had no choice but to wear the big ones. As I was traveling to the game, I … Continue reading Lost In The Game
I pick up my pen and paper to write, but my head is blank, empty of words. Blank like a clean lonely slate that will never know the pleasure of words written on it for company, empty like the loneliness of nothing. I feel like a soul searching for purpose and meaning and finding none … Continue reading I Cant Write Again
I have never liked bean cakes. I do not like akara . If you present it to me as a peace offering I will reject it. She is dear. I am walking, We are talking “I just bought bread,” I said “Will it be bread and akara tonight,” she asks. “No, I don’t eat akara,” … Continue reading Hot Bean Cakes
I love Buhari less but he is the new president of my country. This is my wish for his dispensation.
What the buttocks really mean- Naija POV.
“Now remember son, always lead by example, play nice and be sure to glo wherever you find yourself, stand up for the weak ones if you possibly can and always tell the truth plus abstain from lies. I had a tad worriment sometimes imbibing some of Dad’s teachings. I couldn’t comprehend some of them then … Continue reading Arsenal Has Finished Me
CRUSHES It’s been two months and I had already made a couple of friends, 3 actually their names were Abies, Adaora and Ngozi. They were ok but all they ever seemed to talk about was babie and Hannah Montana I wasn’t much of a talker so I just listened. Infact, I was pretty sure they … Continue reading Benny: Crushes
With great enthusiasm, we gallivant, perhaps, not entirely aimlessly, but directed by the pleasure we gain from it. We are new to the environment after all. We meet people, new people; fellows out of which great friends are eventually made. Sons and daughters of men destined to touch our lives one way or another; and … Continue reading Memoirs of an Introverted College Student
These two words are entwined with our future, Nigeria. Not because of their blatant abuse by political parties. For unknown to them they use it oblivious to it’s real meaning. Change and Progress all in this sad world of ours has it’s good and bad sides. Progress can show how a country has developed itself … Continue reading Change and Progress
My standards are high, I can’t bend them for anyone, I am always right, I don’t really care about your opinions because I will do what pleases me eventually. Am sorry if I sound cocky but that is just me. Take it or leave it! I like my shoes tilted to the left and not … Continue reading Miss Independent
In a battle between the broom and an umbrella I am constantly asked to join their agenda For both come with same promise with a reality of less A tomorrow of joy but a day after filled with tears Shall I stay wet or remain under the scotching sun? Or shall I stay in an … Continue reading Going to Hell on Heaven’s Scholarship
You are such a fool! There is Absolutely Nothing good about you! Just take a good look at Yourself in the mirror and see what you have turned yourself into. Your attitude towards things has become unbelievable. You can’t even concentrate properly! Look! Look! see how you do everything shabbily. Your performance in all things … Continue reading Father and Son