THE VOTE CHRONICLES If I had scoffed at seeing this essay topic the day I saw the advertorial on the internet, it was my choice and if I did stop by to give contesting nothing Read More
Mar 282011
Vote Chronicles
Mar 282011
The incumbent governor of Alanta State received a call that gladdened his heart. In spite of his status, he jumped up and down like a school boy on receiving the great news. The tough-talking electoral Read More
Mar 282011
He could see the story vividly in his mind as he made his mental constructions and polished his angles on the way to the interview. For most parts of his adult life, he had wondered Read More
Mar 282011
“I really liked the advertisement campaign of the DVD party.” “Hmm, I thought the advert bereft of any message, what with all the money at their disposal.” “Frank, you are an incurable critic, nothing pleases Read More
Mar 282011
Jennifer glanced around the lecture room she usually studied in and then at her wristwatch. It was 6.00pm,time to head home. ‘Hello!’ She looked up to see Kayode, a 300 level student she had a huge Read More
Mar 282011
I hate elections. Well, not quite. After all, no one desires to be an onlooker when important decisions are being made. But Nigeria elections, in my opinion, are an elaborate charade woven in expensive foolery, Read More
Mar 282011
He needed the money badly. No, badly was an understatement. He needed the money so…He couldn’t even find the words. How badly could you need something that could save the life of your only son? Read More
Mar 282011
LALAM: My friend, what are you doing here? UDAMA: I have bothered myself a lot about government not doing its job. Maybe it is time I bothered myself with doing my job. LALAM: Really, don’t Read More
Mar 272011
“Nwakwe for president!” The stout musician said loudly as part of his performance for the Nigeria’s Democratic Party presidential campaign in Abia State. Nwakwe nodded his head slowly, like he was intoxicated by the song, Read More
Mar 272011
‘We have a mandate!’ he shouted, but his family didn’t understand what he meant. His ten-year-old son sat down munching his food, as he watched his father break for the umpteenth time, his rule about Read More
Mar 272011
She said “I want to vote”. Like I was the ballot box. I looked up, and I saw the sun. Slowly, its rays crept into my carefully inclined lids, and I saw the day had Read More
Mar 272011
It was 4:00pm already ,yet i haven’t even taken my afternoon drugs, as a recovering patient that is still recovering from MALARIA. I was too weak even to get up and take my tablets, no Read More
Mar 272011
As a graduate of Theatre Arts, I learnt to conquer stage fright early in life. My acting professor, late Professor Ola Rotimi, reminded us that humans were toothless bulldogs. If they didn’t bite, we had Read More
Mar 272011
As the clouds began to rumble, we began to mumble. A moist scent engulfed the air and the atmosphere felt like an ocean-ride. From a distance, the hills seemed to be covered with snow. To Read More
Mar 272011
My son’s image looms large as I watch the political campaign on my black and white TV. Sadly, I do not feel my allegiance to him is strong enough to risk empowering him in such Read More
Mar 272011
The day for us to choose our governor. The downpour was sudden and so heavy that it stripped the streets of animals; the flood carried soaked posters that bore now-familiar faces of people, who had Read More
Mar 272011
As the old man pushed away from the bamboo pier, he turned to wave to the two-year-old boy for whom he was making this particular trip to the local government office – two hours down Read More
Mar 272011
Dr Sam Edwin couldn’t believe the state of the weather as he looked out in the direction of the casement from where he sat in his tiny Lagos consulting office room. The weather was cool Read More
Mar 272011
A haggard looking young man opens the door to his ‘face me I face you’ room. He shuffles inside, flinging a polythene bag on the rickety table. Pain flashes across his face as he sits Read More
Mar 272011
Elections are here again, that time of the year everybody and anybody begins campaigning. That time of the year politicians promise heaven on earth and some promise to tap power supply directly from the sun. Read More