She screamed in her sleep and woke up with a start, sweating profusely. She sat up in her bed, holding tightly to the sheets and panting feverishly. The dreams had been plaguing her for days; images of the children in danger; pictures of her cousin in bondage. She would leisurely pray over it and assume … Continue reading Devil Sent (3)
Loves doom sparked the boom Raising questions tasking the quest Times balm to heal the baldy scare Upon the road that crosses my heart Her deceptions a thing to decipher For tomorrow’s game to get a name Loved her that crossed my heart As she turned my kiss into another’s tease Would, for times past … Continue reading Purgatory’s other side 2
Love is beautiful … yes I know It is real, it’s a feeling that no-one have been able to perfectly define … though they’re still trying to A feeling thrilling and real Yes! A divine gift from God How then is it hard loving you? How come I find it difficult doing this? Even though … Continue reading Hard Loving You
I remember when I would scream inside
I would yell so loudly my brown face would flush red
Punching my bed room walls ripping my insides outside completely exposed
I hated this feeling which flowed
Ademola pressed his face to the glass, eyes locked on the activity on the other side. The nurses continued to buzz around his wife, whose only visible form was the white clad hump. He subconsciously pressed his hand against the smooth surface, as though to somehow cross the distance and transport himself into the theatre. … Continue reading Growing Pains (Pangs)
Through grins of grimace she tells her grief Through splats of spittle she tries to brief Though droplets of tears blinds her eye The tale is told through whines and lyre Rising and falling of pitch explains the hitch Which led to the clause that caused the switch Caught in the wedge of opposing loves … Continue reading Purgatory’s other side
Of course she was not in mammy water features then, if not I would have run screaming from the river like Salewa, my little sister the time she was attacked by bees. What I saw was a tall slim woman with skin the color of warm sand gleaming like the polished ivory in the king’s … Continue reading When The Moon Tolls (2)
“Those good for nothing niggers”, the President blurted out his last words. “Oh my God, the President has been shot!”, the young beautiful reporter screamed, unable to grasp the reality of the President’s dead body right before her. “Who could have done such horrible thing?” she thought to herself. Within seconds, an ambulance had arrived … Continue reading Good for Something!
Making her way into the Church premises, Chiamaka could not help reminiscing over what took place the night before. Guilt ridden by the time she woke up, it took all her willpower to get dressed for church. Even as she got dressed the word hypocrite kept ringing in her head. Truth is she actually enjoyed … Continue reading Portrait of a Sunday Service
Mmanu e ji eri okwu, right? “The palm oil with which conversations are eaten”, according to Chinua Achebe, no be so? Hmmm… I felt I had the status of a church rat when I got hold of three books of proverbs, but on having them, I felt richer than the person who made his home … Continue reading Three books of proverbs
INQUISITIVENESS Piercing eyes of a probing mind. Curious sighs an impatient kind. Wanting to know. Finding out. Which way to go? Circling roundabout. Seemingly not prying. Just innocent questions. Certainly not spying. Protecting positions. Racing thoughts need calming at best. Imaginative bouts. Inquisitiveness! ____ ____ ____ IT’S ADDICTIVE I FEAR! This country is funny Why … Continue reading Inquisitiveness/ It’s Addictive I swear!
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It hurts and covering it up makes me short of breathe
so connected…so fast and its to late too regret and its considered one of those things to hard too forget
but i must
because sunny days won’t appear until i dispose the fear of not having “it”
YOUR name is “it” for now because saying YOUR name brings..PAIN
You’re Gone? I came home to see your note You said you couldn’t bear it anymore, My screams,my misery,my guts, You said you couldn’t bear it anymore You said you were gone. You’re gone? After all these years? Left me alone? Oh dear one,there’s so much to bear You said you were gone. I cried … Continue reading You’re Gone?
Mama was always the most gracious one. She would sit us down at nights, under the beautiful moonlights and tell us ancient stories about our beginnings. The Wars, the Victories, the Heroic expenditures of our ancestors. But Papa, calling him a Man would be the gravest insult anyone could ever throw at humanity. I’ve seen … Continue reading Papa was a wretch!