Standing on the edge of this cliff Felt like I was a lone leaf Ready to be blown away by the wind Although different, still like a swing At the peak of this mountain My fear, I am unable to contain Rooted to the ground Never heard a sound Oh the wind welcomes me Informs … Continue reading The Wind-my Battle
IT LIVES HERE TOO … I noticed it was living in our next door neighbour’s house before I realized it also lived in our very own house. Even though I knew of its existence, it still came as a shock to me one evening while in Yetunde’s house; when it reared its ugly head in … Continue reading It Lives Here Too…
You remember the first time you had that ‘butterflies in your tummy’ feeling? The one that turned into a full ‘butterflies winter flight to warmer regions’ (do butterflies do that?!) when he kissed you. And it escalated to ‘I cannot breathe because the butterflies just swarmed to my heart’ when he held you? You can never forget the giddy sensation of your times together. Nor the moment you discovered the difference between having sex and making love. What of the time you started planning for forever? And then he broke your heart!
I am Emeka, a fully-educated chief accountant at Allied Bank. The Eastern blood runs through my veins and arteries. (pause) I cannot really blame my personal assistant and my secretary for thinking that I am too fussy. But I cannot help myself for trying to be different from the rest. While others did not give a hoot about the condition of their offices, I have always kept mine clean. And made sure of that, too. And no matter how many bad reports I give about my secretary and personal assistant at the end of each year, this never really stopped their promotions and annual increment.
Trying to figure out Who you are Questions only you can answer I wonder if you are real You are different Your smile is different Your laughter is different You make your sleep sounds different Instead of irritating, I love the music it gives You’re different Your love is different, refreshing Your lyrics are different, … Continue reading You’re Different
Honey And Sugar A stranger let me in the other day I stumbled and almost fell Sharply different place I could tell Don’t want to start anew, I felt. Cannot park my heart in here, I fear Honey and sugar both taste sweet Sadly, they are not the same thing I found the door and … Continue reading Honey And Sugar
White lights flashing… People in blue scrubs bustling around me… The smell permeating the air, akin to the one place a detest the most…a HOSPITAL! I lurched forward and most likely would have fallen off the gurney save for the hands holding me back and pinning me to the gurney. As the doctors tried to … Continue reading Beautiful Demon…(2)
As the taxi drove through the gates and into her brother’s compound, the vague feeling of unrest that had haunted Ada all through the forty five minute flight from Abuja to Lagos heightened. She had a strong feeling that, aside from the problem that had brought her here, something else was terribly wrong. It wasn’t … Continue reading SLEEPING DOGS (a prologue)
A view on single-hood and finding the right partner in modern Nigeria .
Telling me to keep it in When you want to save yourself the tirade Telling me you are my friend When you are the one who kills me Smiling at me When you can barely control the grimace beneath Reveal yourself behind the mask Show me who you are! Don’t tell me how nice I … Continue reading Tirade
It had taken a while in my head to remember the days, days when I fought to become a writer, promising my family that one day I’ll become the best, the best that will change the world with my poems, my songs and motivational words. I can remember how I was laughed at, jeered at … Continue reading Am I A Writer Now
Wishful thinking couldn’t even make you pronounce that he is in his thirties, you look at him and wonder once more why you are so drawn to him, his salmon coloured complexion which you would love to describe as perpetually happily flushed, on second glance you decide that you have to be honest with yourself … Continue reading Senor Roberto
It started with a “Hello?” Sometime ago when we first met. We then grew on each other Even though we didn’t really meet. A while back, before me he stood Impeccably dressed. Sporting a radiant smile and an out-stretched palm “Hi”, he said. I had glanced at his palm and asked, “Do you know me?” He smiled, “No, … Continue reading Calls
As a child I always wondered where Abu’s wife and children were. Endurance must have been the same age as my Auntie Angela but she didn’t spend half the day preening herself in front of the mirror. Bisi, didn’t she have siblings or parents? Why did my mother make her wash my clothes? All these … Continue reading Men of a Lesser God
Eight grueling hours later, Daniel arrived in Lagos. He took a bike straight form the park and headed to his place. He’d drop his stuff off before he stormed Linda’s place. Men! This feels good. He met his land lord at the gate of the compound. He looked at him like he was some ghost. … Continue reading The SAN [End]