For the love of children… The beginning and end of this article should have been, ‘LAGOS IS CHAOTIC’! Gosh!! I love the Fairy Godfather et al but sometimes I wonder if he created Lagos just for his own amusement. I also wonder what he thinks when he looks down on all the people scurrying (either … Continue reading Chronicles of a Fairy Godsister
Do not put your armsaround meand strill call me sister;I’m afraidyou’re spoiling itfor us. It twitches in meas it twitches in you,that sums up notthe whole matter:it soon multipliesand send downthe sparks;and thenthe sweet bitter end,would I stil beyour sister?Could I still call you brother? Dear sister,my mind woreyour mouth last night.I saw sinceritycurld-uparound yourcandid … Continue reading Candid Confessions
arise oh ye slumbering gaints arisearise and become whom you are ariseyou are the son of a king, arise my hero’s ariseyou are a heir to the throne of justice, freedom, ariseyou are a heir to the throne of love, liberty arisearise my innate being arise and become great,arise arise oh ye my heart folks, … Continue reading A Wake up Call
He staggered and I looked on. He was drunk and I know .He was dripping of sweat and it was obvious. Wine, he has gotten a full of it. I know how it feels to get drunk because I have been there. The scene of this drunken man brought back memories that are left unforgotten. … Continue reading Out of the Blues
Do not get halfway and stop.Move on, till you reach the top.All those who have reached the top can tellThat if you push on, you too can excel. You may stumble now and then, or err,But, friend, do not despair;Though the climb to success can be rough,The strength in you is more than just enough! … Continue reading Song of Success
IBADAN, NIGERIA, 1999. The children were gathered around a small square wooden table located at the center of the room. The room was poorly lit; the only source of the light was a lit candle placed in the middle of the only other table in the room. The flickering light from the candle cast a … Continue reading The Hunter
My life is so unbelievableI thought I could make it understandable Treasure me so much,we fuseColour our feelings in a colour we use Now that is a thought that keeps me hopingWhile in my quiet moments I fear losing In the sky, I see you and IDon’t just act it,say it looking me in the … Continue reading My Disappointment, My hope
It’s the 7th againThe anniversary of painWhen in the heat of emotionWe ignited the flameThough we were warnedWe refused to heedNow, a thousand years laterWe are slaves to our greed. It’s the 7th againThe anniversary of youth When despite all pleas We strayed from truthNow, in aged wisdomAnd with ragged spriteWe curse the yearsWhen we … Continue reading 7th.
She tossed and turned as the night dragged on. Her sleeping wrapper at the foot of the bed, in a heap. What made her sleep flee was nothing but his soft and sincere words that threatened to make her lose all sense of judgment. She sat up and looked around the dormitory; all was quiet, … Continue reading Bits & Pieces, almost puppy love.
Kaito made sure he had the two addresses his family gave him. One was for Abuda who left for America 12 years ago. The other was for Kamalu who had been gone for only three years and was studying at the University of Quentin. Kaito was also certain to follow the directions the train driver … Continue reading Sirens
Fresh wine foams in grandpa’s cup.It is thanks to our palm trees! There’s oil in grandma’s soup.It is thanks to them! There’s sponge to scrub their dishes clean.It is thanks to our palm trees! There’s sheltering thatch above their hut.It is thanks to them! There’s soap, black soap, to wash their clothes.It is thanks to … Continue reading Salute To Our Palm Trees
It’s common knowledge in the publishing industry that women constitute the biggest book-buying segment. So, it’s certainly no accident that most mainstream as well as genre fiction is popular among women. For that reason, publishers and booksellers have identified a category within the mainstream that they classify as Women’s Fiction. And its no surprise that … Continue reading Chick Lit
ENTRY DEADLINE: April, 2010 JLF Writing Competition was created for the purpose of identifying talents in literature through competition, with the intent to evaluate and maintain the success of each competition by selecting the best, compensating them, preparing them for organised programs, to sustain and groom the winners! THE PRIZES:1ST PRIZE WINNER will be awarded … Continue reading JLF Competition
Turai Allah buttered my bread. I was married off to Ayuba Khalifah, the son of the commercial trader Alhaji Jibril Khalifah and his third wife, Alhaja Atikah Khalifah. I was very excited about marrying him because all my friends had been married off before me. I didn’t attend the university because my father did not … Continue reading Am I one of them?
…But got something else. Looking at your severely cracked full-length mirror situated adjacent your iroko-strong but old door of your equally severely tattered one-room apartment, standing as naked as your shattered soul, made you reflect upon your life. Two days ago, you came back from a failed job interview. The day before that, you were … Continue reading You wanted meaningless sex…