Rosie sped past passers-by on the dusty village road that led to the Anglican Girls Grammar School (A.G.G.S) compound. The result of the entrance examination into the secondary school had just been pasted and she couldn’t wait to see if she had been offered a spot. A.G.G.S was one of the few reputable schools in … Continue reading Boss Lady – Chapter Three
Dear Hilton, Trust you are doing fine, I am writing this letter to inform you of the recent developments around here. Father has asked me to get married to Mr. Chife and has refused to pay my school fees because he does not believe in the education of a female child. This makes me very … Continue reading Boss Lady – Chapter Two
Dear Kiki, I apologize for not writing sooner. A lot has happened since you last wrote. But that aside, how is Jamie, my little husband? I’m sure he would have started walking by now. And that your boss, hope he has stopped disturbing you. Most importantly, how is Nonso, your husband? Has he … Continue reading To Kiki, With Love
My Adamma With big swinging hips Succulent looking body Adorable twinkling eyes Lips coated with sugar and honey A face carved in heaven You re the perfect gift My Adamma The heart of warriors beat faster At the mere sight of you The envy of the village girls The one who is called … Continue reading My Adamma: A POEM
…As I watched the naked lady’s bosom I wondered what must be going through her mind. What will become of her BMW X6 2012 model packed in front of the Boutique? Maybe she was set-up? What will be her fate? Maybe she is cursed? Does she have a man, boyfriend or even a husband?… I … Continue reading The Fair Lady With A Curse
June 5, 2012 5.09PM Roll out the ropes Tie up the catch Roll out the drums Tonight we found ourselves a match; Scratch the match Set the fire Keep the ropes tight and the knives near A feast we prepare, gather the kinsmen For tonight we call ourselves to learn The fate of those who … Continue reading Roped
THE PRAYING MANTIS Prying and preying, the Mantis prays Swinging as he solemnizes the holy creed Throwing angry punches, and teetering on his feet While devouring his little foes in quivering paws He rubs off dirt to decipher the marks on his palms Like he cleans his mouth after a clandestine hunt Proffering olive branch, … Continue reading The Praying Mantis/ A Sad Happy Woman
She’s the toast of the city The prettiest amongst goddesses. Beauty and Brains, Blest with lazy hands. Like lost sheep, She has wandered far. Her values down the drain. Unlike her mothers before her, She’s good for nothing. She sits all day doing nothing She’s Victor Uwaifo. Fingering her BlackBerry all day, Like a electric … Continue reading The Trendy African Woman