Don’t believe the hype; being a ghost is no fun. You can’t read minds, you can’t possess people or influence their thoughts or actions, you can’t reach anyone, or anything, physically, and you can’t move things with your mind. Nobody can see you, nobody can reach you, and worst of all, nobody cares, cos – … Continue reading Pet Peeves – Ii
It is early evening at Pangolo Junction, a run-down bar in a less-than-affluent part of an unnamed town, and three men are sitting round a table. Two of them are nursing their glasses of kunu and watching with vary degrees of impatience as the third – good looking and fashionably dressed – bellows into his … Continue reading Mobile Phones and Moral Fibre
Old fashioned with rugged mane
I‘m your calmative police force
When libido riots in your pulse
A Portmanteau of mare and man
Trimmed & manicured, not me
But come to me for a cure
If you’re burdened with Cupid’s curse
“Mara, see me after the class,” said Mr. Ethics “but you should come alone.” He concluded the last part of the sentence with his index finger standing while the rest clutched at a red mini towel that he used as handkerchief. Red was also the colour of his bowtie, but with white polka dots. The … Continue reading Mr. Ethics
I would have called you ‘Oya’
Mighty conjuror of confluence and delta
At the snap of her fingers
To let me bask naked
In your waters,
Wash me pristine and guiltless.
Some tranquil is necessary,
Even for the military,
When worthy occasions,
Solitude is of essence,
When inspiration descends,
And one must have some quiet,
When the thinking roads he plieth.
On the day I was born
The wick of a small lamp brightly burned
The rain met the sky with stubborn brute
It beat an anticipating sound on our tin roof
When I silently came
On that cold night in may
I slipped into a waiting arm
My tiny buttocks was firmly spanked
Three young men had been waiting for her in her room. It wasn’t a new thing for a man to wait for Tola in her room since she had male acquaintances who were always informed ahead of time of where she kept the extra key. It was nothing new yet something about these guys was … Continue reading Dead Men (2)
A most interesting phenomenon that seems to be quite common with being caught in the very act of wrongdoing is the instant shock that accompanies the realization, usually on the part of the culprit. Sometimes, the shock is not that of the culprit alone. The look of surprise on the face of the one who … Continue reading EPISODE 5 – THE VICE OF TEENAGE PROMISCUITY pt. 2
I’m not into poetry,guys. Just got bored and decided to try this.
Please be gentle with me. :)
Emeka showed up the next day as planned. James was grateful to finally be getting out. Emeka drove him around Ikeja. James thought the area looked really neat. He told Emeka as much. “Our governor works,” was Emeka’s reply. “OUR governor? Dude, you’re not even from this state.” “Well, I live here. Have lived here. … Continue reading Four Weeks of Pain (2)
[A real refuse dump is set on stage. A man bedecked in filthy rags is found sleeping on top of this refuse dump. After a while, a well-dressed, well-kempt man enters the stage, smoking profusely. The mode and code of his dressing should be determined either by the Thespian involved or the costume manager. This well-dressed man talks throughout this short play until he leaves the stage.]
2ND MAN: [relishes in his smoking as he saunters in] Oh yes! I have only an hour or so to myself before I head back to my office. I have given my secretary fifteen minutes break. It is good to be your own boss, with people working under you.
INT. BEN’S SITTING ROOM – DAY
Ada and Helen are sitting down silently. Ada keeps looking at Helen, not sure of what to say. After a while, BEN enters. Ben is in his almost fifty. Ben goes and seats beside Ada. All three keep quiet for a while. Ben wants to say something but doesn’t know what. The mood is really tensed.
(trying to ease the tension a little)
So Ben, how was work today?
Do you feel you need to see anybody?
DON’T GO O my love! My heart boils to see you go What is love? You stood by me You made me, me Now it’s time to let go O! How I cry I did try Not to let go Friends, mine and yours They hold so All the tour The down pour You and … Continue reading Don’t Go
The flight was relatively drama free. There was the odd bit of turbulence but nothing too crazy. Definitely nothing to replicate some of the horrid stories that his friends had been freaking him out with. He was glad this was an international flight. Hence, a Lufthansa airlift was unlikely to be fraught with the same … Continue reading Four Weeks of Pain (1)