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…
Driving slowly towards the link road that leads to the airport, I’m trying hard to focus and calm my excited nerves. Tobi is coming home. I have dreamt of this day for months, wondering if it will ever happen. I doubt I’ll ever find the courage to tell her what I feel. Tobi and I … Continue reading Two straws in a bottle…
She lies atop her downy pillows Her eyes upon the high ceiling But she does not see the cracks Like those on the tortoiseshell Crossing the face of the plaster For her gaze is upon the unseen And her thoughts lost in the mists As she tries to bring up another She fixes in chiseled … Continue reading The Lonely Maiden
I got to know a stranger When he beeped my pager We later had a merger And he took over the ledger Didn’t know he was a forger A talented artful dodger Couldn’t believe what he’d done Until after he had gone I was the victim of a con And it was time to mourn … Continue reading The Great Con
He took a step towards her, his manner menacing. She did not draw back like he thought she would, an apparently frightened child. Fear shimmered like a mask on her face; she shook with it but faced dread head on. She had assessed the situation with wisdom that belied her age and came to the … Continue reading Fire from the gods
Adl el-Hasm was said to be more adventurous than his contemporaries, which was why he chose to make his own path, ignoring the usual bargaining in the slave market of Alor, to do raid the unclaimed interiors where he heard slaves waited to be herded into pens. Adl el-Hasm, a practical man, brought a formidable … Continue reading Raid on the Two Markets
As I am writing this, Alhaji Umar Musa Yaradua is being laid to rest in his home town in Katsina. When I got the call around midnight yesterday from a friend that Yaradua was dead, my reaction was “what else is new?” I didn’t believe it. I had heard news of his death too many … Continue reading The Man Is Dead
We do not forget pain, our scars keep scoreThe poor suffer freelyThe rich imprisoned by lack of want The wicked never forget,Thirst for bad deeds never quenchedThe kind are never forgotten,An inkwell of good repute is never dry A good liar never forgets his linesOnly the characters changeWe cannot recognise truth unlearned Only a fool … Continue reading We Do Not Forget (Updated)
The nightmare came that night. She saw herself entering the cavernous building. She knew there were people there, waiting, watching. But she could see only him. He was also waiting for her. She felt the paralyzing fear sweep over her, rendering her immobile. He turned his head, saw her and smiled. The knowing smile sent … Continue reading wedLOCK
ABUJA – ABUJA The city of AbujaIs growing and expandingAn Architect’s experimentOf grand buildings populating. Planning and renovatingA designer’s delightInspiring and innovatingA giant construction site. Wide smooth roadsOrganized networkingLifts usual congestion loadsShaped by Africans inventing. Surrounding rocks and hillsidesGod’s moulded landscapesMan’s created park-sidesMaintenance of open space. Some guys say “too artificialNo character like Lagos”Its existence … Continue reading Abuja
I imagine You as chameleon-likeChanging colours constantlyFrom black, to white, to yellow, to brown, to pink, to red…These are the colours of the human race. Your hair changes textureFrom woolly, to silky, to wiry, to smoothThen into various colours that soothe. Even Your eyes awaken and flashfrom colour to colour.Hazel, blue, grey, green, brown…as if … Continue reading In Your Image
The hawk circles And squawks Dips and dives Swerves and scoops Scouring the skies. The chicken with its chicks Clucks and chirps Whilst its offspring Chips and squeaks Pecking away at grass-grain. The dog watches Sitting, but alert Ears flicking Nostrils flared Silently guarding, territorial. The Hawk spies Tiny prey Yellow, black and speckled grey. … Continue reading Ogidi Compound
We had to set out at dawn. Before the first crow of the perpetual rooster, Before the first adhan was sung to wake Agadez to the morning prayer, Before the sun rises and glares light on our covert journey, We had to set out before dawn. ‘Nabou, there is no time’ Moussa yanked the … Continue reading For want of a Nail…
How often do you feel like you’re an extra in an old 007 movie? Ok, maybe not so dramatic but a little something close. You’re walking along on your own minding your business, earphones in your ear, a lazy spring in your step. It’s 5:30am and you’re on your way to work. It’s going to … Continue reading Roy Bolt!
Years ago, when I read revolutionary tales, I earnestly prayed that God should make me a revolutionary. It seemed the noblest cause that a human being could pursue. I still remember vividly the depth of elation I sunk in when I read about Mandela’s revolutionary movements against the apartheid forces in South Africa. When I … Continue reading Babangida – Man Or Devil?