Every day like freshly brewed coffee, Mahogany is rich, please not that smile, If I could measure the age of feelings Like God, I might have known you eons ago Perfection is a saintly attribute of gods, Mild, gentle, soft, flawless like sea waves, Now that distance separates us, You sit amongst your own, White … Continue reading Nostalgia
43.Alcohol the angel of small death, floats with wings of cold, above bubbles and icebergs, floats, and floats, and floats. a face painted with the grim mask of depression, a face full of resentment as death is given to small things, small things like envy and foolish love, discretion and emotion, killed before it killed … Continue reading Alcohol
You don’t wanna hear this story. Trust me you don’t. But then I didnt wanna live it either. I really didn’t. I dont even want to tell it, not if I don’t have to. But here we are. I’m telling because doing so brings me peace and you’re reading, because you have an insatiable thirst … Continue reading Liar Liar
Being the only one that has returned to the hostel, everywhere looks as empty as ever. The long one fifty meters isle that ran in between the eighty-eight bunks in Barr. Leo’s house looked like a run way for flights. I headed straight to my bed. Bed 43. Daniel Vincent my very good friend stays … Continue reading T.O.F Clouded beginnings. Chapter One 2.
Since Ibadan wasn’t my final destination, I had to move on. I chattered a bike to “Express junction” where I boarded another bus going to Ake, my final destination. I got lucky this time as the vehicle was almost a new one aside the torn seats and a tipsy driver. I said my little prayer, … Continue reading Angel in a Rickety Bus (2)
One of the funniest ironies I’ve experienced in this part of the world where I live is how synonymous sitting alone in a public transport could be to staying in an isolated cell in a state penitentiary. Albeit, sometimes, it could be over-turned in a jiffy by getting a little acquainted with the stranger sitting … Continue reading Angel in a Rickety Bus