Let me begin by saying that I had no intention of writing this book so early on in my life. This was supposed to be one of my final works. The ruminations and ramblings of an old man if you will. Then again, I never knew things would get bad this quickly. The world around … Continue reading 1: The Great Facade that was Unity
The other day, I was sitting in the convenience of my sparsely furnished sitting room. Something unusual then happened, PHCN or whatever they deem fit to call themselves(please do not call them disco that spoils everything totally, disco light bi ti bawo?) did the unthinkable they restored power while the sky was threatening fire and … Continue reading Pissed
Let the cubs devour the lions Let the puppies bark at the dogs If the kids can break the horns of the goats Then the waters will be still. For when the cows eat all the hay Then the calves must stand at bay For even a pandemonium of parrots Cannot finish a … Continue reading Revolution!!
Igbekele handed over the piece of paper to Ediabani who glanced at it casually once and tore it to shreds. “We are done here, the boys will see you off”, Igbekele said and the door opened behind Agents Emeto and Nduka. The men that brought them walked up behind them silently and wore them the … Continue reading The Cell – 3
It was a very busy day and the sun showed no mercy. It was so busy that an idle feet might get kicked out of the busy paths. It was my first time in Port-Harcourt but I was strongly advised not to act like a JJC. So I pretended not to admire the edifice buildings, … Continue reading My Experience at Port-Harcourt’s Motor Park
Life, they say is a tale but oftentimes people forget it’s distorted. Smoking thwarted his destiny, it misled my brother, Segun.Jeffa was Segun’s best friend. They knew each other since secondary school. He was studying petroleum engineering but everything ended suddenly. Their first year in uni. was great. They were zealous and ambitious. They … Continue reading Smoke Until You Are Six Feet Under!
Walking or driving down the streets of Lagos, it’s no longer a strange trend to see beggars parade themselves in search of alms. In response to their most times very compelling cry, sympathizers hand them different denominations of the Naira but this however doesn’t stop them from calling out to the very next passerby. … Continue reading The Beggars’ Den
Being dynamic is an important quality that indicates purposeful leadership; The ability to inculcate current best practices to develop, moving with the times while keeping what’s important and discarding what’s not. These are ways in which good leadership could adjust to not just reach their primary responsibilities but surpass them, making them have more value … Continue reading 1980conomics; The NCC Directive
The “change” euphoria has come and gone. Now the dysphoria of what a hyper-inflated economy and a seemingly snail-paced government could do to our collective psychology has kicked into full drive. Now majority of us have started losing faith entirely in the Buhari led government. Why not? Arresting and re-arresting of corrupt or non-corrupt politicians … Continue reading How “Buharists” Argue 101
The silence was so heavy, it crushed their spirits. It was so loud, it drowned their composure. The sound of erratic breathings and the loud beats of their hearts against their rib cages filled the little space they were confined in. Ekene was preoccupied with thoughts of his last moments with Nneka. The look in … Continue reading The Cell – 1
You cannot see me; But, I can see you! I scorch you with my stare during the day Boil you to steam at night. You run out into the dark to carry out your ominous act Hidden from mortal glare In a dark silhouette before the dull moonlight. What you don’t know is that- – … Continue reading Under the Sun
Back to the Hood I went back to the hood That which once boasts of good A stranger, not on this land On my going, did I pack a sand? I stepped back into the streets The once bright eyed youths Of fruits and future proclaimed Now sucked dry into booze in booths. Whatever happened … Continue reading Back to the Hood
She dances to the beat of her drum. As the beat changes so do her steps. She is careless while she dances Moving her hips side to side Craving for touch and love She seduces the stars making them yearn for her physique But too quick she becomes distrait Hearing outside beats excluding that … Continue reading Deviated
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
Oh little child Do not bother yourself The old men who destroyed this country They are in the best position to fix it Leave it to them They’ll fix it They know what to do Oh little Child While you wait for these old men Have a peep into the future of the younger men … Continue reading Oh Little child