Long time arriving here it’s been. Infant times coming up, and storytelling from gone Grandma, and old smiling Grandpa, why Mama struggled the dug-beg, and never saw her new boy gone moons. Where I am coming from dry and rainy; sometimes the harmattan laugh and kick inside us to survive her strong-wind hand. Then, we … Continue reading Where I am coming From: The first Years
I remember my childhood days, the tingling sounds and lovely sights, that caressed my imagination in many ways, like a gentle wind to a gliding kite. Days Voltron still protected my world, from Zarkon and his evil plots. My many super heroes made me bold I believed for me any battle they’d have fought. … Continue reading My Childhood
Just like the queen of the night oozes its fragrance at night time, reminding it of a day that was beautiful and giving it hope of another beautiful tomorrow, so is this story of mine. A story of two young minds, finding a common understanding and appreciating the value of friendship, togetherness and love. Even … Continue reading Tears And Roses
Okey had come to another defining moment in his life. He had come to what might be another turning point in his eventful existence. The handsome young man was relaxing beside the swimming pool of his girlfriend’s house sipping a glass of juice. She had gone inside to prepare the house for the night. The first of … Continue reading Late Night Trilogy (part 2)
THEN My mother told me I was a trouble maker when I was little, and I spoke to my elders like I was on their level. With no shame, no fear, no restrictions- an audacious little creature. I loved the sound of books tearing and it became a hobby which extended to my father’s medical … Continue reading Then, Now, Later (part 1)
The first time was like a dream, I don’t remember waking up only that I was awake and everyone else was asleep.Even now I can only remember snatches of that night, like pictures preserving events one frame at a time I had lost some frames. How we passed through the sliding door without waking anyone … Continue reading Midnight Trip
A little boy’s encounter with domestic violence against the back drop of sibling rivalry and the boisterous fun of childhood.
Happiness will wage the heart in success
The mouth will travel to broad subjects
While the enemy stands idle in wickedness
Many do not understand failed future
Izukanne sat still on the muddy ground amidst the gathering crowd . Her father’s lifeless body sprawled out before her. Someone in the crowd sighed loudly, others cried, but none caught her attention. “Izu… Izukanne, stand up from there, child”, said the fat woman who lived in room five. “It’s not proper that you remain … Continue reading Silver Lining
I wonder if she dreams when she sleeps – that girl across the street.
And if she dreams I wonder what she sees
Recollections of the day perhaps?
No, I hope not; for that would no longer be a dream but a nightmare.