I picked up the book, Say You’re One of Them because I read that it was authored by a Nigerian priest. I was curious to read the stories – would they be about bread and wine or stirring convent details? The author, Fr. Uwem Akpan cleverly wrote without bias or lavish stereotypes. Perhaps the most … Continue reading The book: ‘Say You’re One of Them’
The Man Died: Prison Notes of Wole Soyinka Wole Soyinka The day I rose up in the University auditorium and declared: This school is nonsense, in the presence of the Vice Chancellor and co-students, I had not read The Man Died: Prison Notes of Wole Soyinka. I was a second year Law student frustrated by … Continue reading The Death Of I
I DON’T I was only eight years old when I told my mother I didn’t want to get married. Her reaction is quite hard to forget considering the fact that I still have a scar to remind me. She calmly went outside, plucked a whip from the tree in front of our home and gave … Continue reading I Don’t!
LOVE YOU ALWAYS It had taken its time to turn But I had not fail to note You were my love in the sun And you stood through the rains I had made the promise in line Though many things my dreams untold Yet could I not understand your kind? But my promises I’d hold … Continue reading Love You Always
I wake up at night I climb outta bed I pace around I think about you Your pretty face Giving you goodnight kisses Cuddling you all night Now all I got are the memories But that isn’t what wakes me up at night I wake up at night to pity you Cuz your friend told … Continue reading I thought so of you too
I believe that in this life we live, there must be closes and lanes and roads and streets that are paved for us or we must pave in order to actually exist. There is the Kindergarten close, the primary school avenue, the junior and senior secondary school lanes and the campus way. Some choose not … Continue reading The Nysc Road
In catatonic shock,i glide through this earth plane, Watching with curious detatchment the orgasm of night and day, The world empty and bland,cos tonight u walked away. I sought to purge myself of this emotional laceration. This cataclysm that has left my heart needing surtures. I dared to think i could free my soul of … Continue reading Lost Without You
You’re not the girl I used to know We scraped our knees in the rocky sand And grinned toothlessly at each other over Stinging disinfectant and bloodied cotton balls Now you sit across me a total stranger Eyes as stark as an unkempt graveyard Lips compressed in a permanent grimace We used to fap pieces … Continue reading Remember Me
I stay away from it And you ask me why Well… Leave the ecstasious lovers See those heartbroken once-sweethearts Don’t think about the warm embrace only Think of the cold back turned to you forever When the smiles will be gone And tears take their place A wonderful company you once had Making you feel … Continue reading I’ll find her
I heard this line sometime ago, “Life is what happens to you while you’re busy planning other things.” I wondered what whoever originally wrote or spoke these words must have been going through or seen to evoke such a quizzical conclusion. Today however, I dare to say I have joined this seemingly unconventional school of … Continue reading Geebee’s Trip – Making Compromises.
KAREEMAH; the Fulani girl Up till today, whatever the prejudices against the Fulani’s may be, I take an exception. Kareemah was one Fulani girl who made me gape and awe always by her niceties. She was the personification of beauty; thin voiced, tender, timid and small, light skinned, pink lipped with tiny fingers. It wasn’t … Continue reading KAREEMAH; the Fulani girl
I don’t like cockroaches, it’s not like I fear them or anything, it’s just that I don’t like them. Believe me I never saw it as a phobia, it was just the general dislike for the specie, I wasn’t a ‘speceist’ or whatever you would call it but I hated them. Never wanted to have … Continue reading The Cockroach Stitch
“My odyssey”, the autobiography of the first president of Nigeria, late Dr Nnamdi Azikiwe, is one of my best Nigerian books. The most inspiring part of the book is how he was able to realise his dream of studying abroad after surviving attempted suicide and hunger among other life threatening perils. This has given me … Continue reading Abdulwasiu Hassan
Senile roosters! Was it so long ago that Ani wept for the rusty haired, swollen bellied toddlers locked in kwashiorkor’s lethal embrace, how did they forget so soon?
When we got home, my grandmother ordered me into my mother’s hut and there I stayed all through the evening. I was not allowed out. Neither was I allowed to do or help with anything. My mother and grandmother prepared the evening meal and brought mine to me. I heard the whole family returning from … Continue reading When The Moon Tolls (end)