I was driving one Saturday afternoon with my three year old child beside me. On reaching a road block, I was stopped by the policemen. ” Park” they instructed. I quickly complied, brought out all his vehicle particular and stocked it through the window before they asked. ” No be why I park you be that. … Continue reading Little Savior
Welcome to UNEC; the second daughter of the mothering Nsukka campus, birthed in 1961 in a serene corner of the very heart of Enugu city; a professional training hub for bright intellectual minds on an unwaivering quest for academic conquest. Interestingly, whenever a story of UNEC is told; a metaphoric allusion is tendered unto her … Continue reading Welcome to UNEC
This could be You… “Maggie, I noticed how well you do with your writing. I have a major problem with mine. It seems there are not enough hours in the day to get everything done and then be able to write also. How do you do it? How can you help me?” This was the … Continue reading A Call For Writers
That you are a woman isn’t a crime. You are not a pariah in anyway. Conventionally, it’s true that it’s men’s world. Men dominated every stratum of the sphere due to their doggedness and resilience. However, modernization has redefined everything. Success and elevation is now gender-free. If you can conceive a dream, you can actualize … Continue reading A Letter To A Female Friend
Memories of that day rest in the bosom of my heart like a dagger I had gone into your room to help wash, Your little niece who knows nothing of the double-edged sword ones of the man I’ve been with since 6 You came at me and started making advances despite my not wanting to … Continue reading Sounds Of Silence
FOR THOSE WRITERS WHO THINK OF QUITTING I don’t care to know how many times you have being rejected by magazines and online journals, yes, I don’t care because it is normal things to writers. I don’t care to know how many publication houses that your manuscripts have gone to and they bounced back to … Continue reading For Those Writers Who Think Of Quitting.
I was on my secondary school Facebook group some days ago, after I had commented on a picture, the guy that commented after me said “ha!!! Na this boy wey dey always speak big big oyinbo be this”. I laughed after reading the comment. I looked at his profile picture hoping I would be able … Continue reading After School – What Are You Remembered For?
Get rejected by publishers and magazines, feel the rejections and bounce back.Get abused but never relent on it. Let them squeeze your manuscripts for once and throw it in a waste can, yes, for once; It would make you better, dear boys. Allow a publisher to kick you out and allow your heart to cry … Continue reading For Boys Like Me Who Are Writers.
Our ancestral home would not forget your perfection. On this ground shall we plant your names also for those who are to come. We will gather firewood, we will gather soothsayers, we will gather seekers of fate to get into you. Life is meant to be spent in joy. Having Nkporo on your lips is … Continue reading For Those Boys Bearing Nkporo Names On Their Lips.
This dream fell out from my eyes last night when I tried to find a related body to passionately tell all that I have being through but could not. This dream was the light of my skin but fairer was the colour of its miseries. Coming home is a tribulation you should never dream of. … Continue reading For Those Boys Who Were Aborted
I have never heard where white men say: “Because we are white”, “They didn’t like us”, “They didn’t want us in the game”, “They are racists”, and other pity inducing words whenever they lost in a competition. Instead, they frowned at what they could have done that they didn’t do when they had the opportunity … Continue reading Lamentation Of Black Men
All I ask for is equality…not sameness. Religion is currently a tool for blackmail as men keep subjecting their women to an absurd level of slavery, claiming the man has been placed over the woman from the very beginning and backing up their claims with excerpts from both the Bible and the Quran. It is … Continue reading Man!! Stop the Blackmail – I am a feminist.
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
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
He bursts up into a old popular igbo song having concluded his lengthy syllabus for the semester, with the class joining suit… “Akwukwo na-ato uto O na-arahu na mmuta Onye nwere nkasi obi…” “Sirrr… off me” Dimkpa, one of the popular class guy nicknamed for his huge stature, roared in excitement. Finally, the 6 hours … Continue reading The Emeritus Professor