“Having no hope for relief, There you were, Was like coming up for fresh air- These feelings you’ve awoken, Buried and forgotten. What I feel? Still hard to grasp. You for real? Still pondering. Yet this urge to be close to you, I will not quench. Dare I say I’m a fool? For you, I … Continue reading New Beginnings
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
The ancient taxi pulled up alongside a dusty two-storey building with a sigh of relief. The door opened, and Joshua gingerly unwound himself from the confines of the cab. “Are you sure this is the place?” he asked the driver, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. “Na im, now. Shay na Alhaji Jimoh road … Continue reading The Return
This was written originally for a blogfest… The aim was to write a story in which a conversation of some sort was taking place, but without any dialogue. I’m thinking of turning it into the first chapter of a longer story, though… With that being said, this is just a working title… Feedback is highly … Continue reading When Words Fail You…
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
“The accused should approach the witness-box!” Deedee stood up and walked morosely to the witness-box, the orderly keeping step behind him like a shadow. Briskly, the court-clerk walked up to him. “Are you a Christian, Moslem, or pagan?” “Christian.” The reply was slurred. “Then place your right hand this bible and repeat after me.” Deedee … Continue reading Hanging Out
The music playing in his brain was off tune, yes, it was recognizable but it wasn’t right, it was high pitched and screechy. He removed the earphones from his ear, these earphones had a problem. This wasn’t new to him; he had heard worse of earphones before. He went to his room and lay down … Continue reading Screech
“You are a fantabulous fool!” roared the man in the tattered suit. “Not just that, but a demonic quagmire among superordinate humans.” Ashaka opened his mouth to retaliate but got confused. The torrent of words hailed at him like missiles. A stale fishy stench emanated from the man’s body causing Ashaka to lean back away … Continue reading Every Wrinkle is a Story
Every eye sees a different vision. Every man,a different mission. A different song every ear listens to, Some sway,some move, Some sing along, Others dance too. This arena we sourjourn, Daily we toil from dusk till dawn. Every man,an actor, Every man.a different script. His own director. How he acts,so he reaps. The road upwards … Continue reading Visions
I stood in front of the sink, washing the dishes. At the same time, I could hear the wheezing sound escaping from the pot of beans on the fire. Our kitchen was a very big one, beautifully decorated with white tiles and cream wall paint. The sound of the beans cooking on the gas got … Continue reading 6 minutes
The heavily pregnant clouds smile, Thunder bolts accompanied it with roaring laughter, Piercing lightning raged, Contributing its own to thier excited chatter. They argued,agreed and disagreed, Together they threw tantrums, Intimidating the inky night, Each showing its untamed might, Lightning struck, Thunder in return beat its drums, The pregnant cloud rumbled and raged, Until its … Continue reading Stormy Heavens
I am as I am No pretense no illusion I have loved no one more than thee, do you know that? My hearts unfaltering devotion to you and only you Speaks louder than any convoluted words of love Drawn to you I am Like a moth to a hot bright light bulb Our love burns … Continue reading Yin No More
You sit there caressing her bony fingers, wondering when she would arise from the dead. You can’t stop looking into her glistening eyes and imagining that you are seeing straight to her soul—seeing the life she has lived being cast onto the screen of her mind. They are not pleasant, these images that meet your … Continue reading Arise
She saw him for the first time that night. Sitting at a table with two men and another girl she knew, she had allowed her eyes to wander round the dark club and that was when she saw him. There was nothing remarkable about him. You could see him or miss him. That was how … Continue reading The Stranger
She made her way from nothing… Can’t fault her for wanting something… The Dream’s voice wafted through the air waves as Aisha danced slowly, surely and seductively. This was her song. She slipped off her bra as she turned to look into his eyes. Those eyes that drove him crazy. She smiled mischievously as she … Continue reading Bad Girl…