One step, then two and she sinks, screaming for help, How was she even able to walk on water all these years Nevertheless, he whispers to her, “Welcome, welcome.” He had it, he won. He robbed her family, broke into her home and raped her. She should have seen it coming, Too broke to go … Continue reading Chlamydia Calls for Vengeance
I gurgle with thick creamy distaste, Your ruby red lips bestowed upon me the kiss of death, The taste of death in my mouth, The metallic taste evident like a bad case of gout, Gnarled fingers clam at my stump left by an old war wound, Phantom pain crawls up like a ghost, You promised … Continue reading Death’s Promise
“I really can use a big, delicious glass of wine”, Ekene proclaimed. “Red.” “And a long dreamless sleep, probably one I’d never wake up from”, he added. It was the third time he was talking to himself that evening. He was finally alone. The stream of friends and family with well-rehearsed sad faces had seemed … Continue reading The Departed
I stood, few feet away from my seat, hands pocketed, staring into the fireplace. The bright flames danced happily on the red hot coals, and they make cracking sounds as the fire slowly replaced their blackness with white ashes. How much I’d love to see a man tied up in there. A smirk lingered on … Continue reading Death Dreams
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
My doctor said that I was dying slowly. The words kept on ringing in my head. That day I had gone to his office was a Monday morning. He was sitting behind his smooth mahogany table with piles of books to the left and right of the table and a space at the centre … Continue reading Sticks Of Cigarette
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!
The burial was finally over. Its bedtime.i had taken my 7yr old son , to ease herself so she wouldnt wet the bed.That had become a daily routine. He lay down to sleep afterwards after wishing me goodnight.i made my way to go to my own room when i heard a voice behind me. ‘Daddy,i … Continue reading Fear of Death
Everyone stared intently at the Priest before the altar. He was becoming a bore. It was the mass before Christmas and Fr. Newborn was taking time too much than necessary; it was as though he didn’t realize the urgency with which the guys hoped to cause mayhem in the streets of Awka: the Anambra state … Continue reading Cold 2: Revelations
Anyone who knew me would instantly conclude that I am not the church type. I can spend a whole year without stepping my foot within a church premises.Going to church was like a waste of time.i felt I was more s[piritual without beimg religious. So when Janet invited me for her church programme on Christmas … Continue reading Coffin On Christmas
I boarded a bus home from Charity, the same way I’ve been doing the past three months I started working around that area. Today was an unusual day; this I could tell because it quickly fell dark. I didn’t bother to check my wristwatch for the time because my inner clock had already supplied it … Continue reading The Fall Of Oshodi
You don’t have to cry. I know how it feels. You are wondering why you didn’t get admission into the university and this is your third time writing the exam but still, till no prevail, cheer up! Before you think about all the negatives life has to offer you and attempt to commit suicide because … Continue reading The Irony of life
I listen to Fela’ quite a lot. I’m one of those weird people who can sing along to almost every of his track. In Sorrow, tears and blood, one of his songs, he posited that Nigerians fear too much. They never take action. They always have an excuse not to join a protest. Either … Continue reading The Burning of a seven year old; More than hashtags.
Beneath the skin Beneath the lips of my scrawny skin lies a song from dark pores Beneath bridges alone except calm waters Above bridges with wreaths and tired feet stuttering songs mourn a wrath for salt Beyond my skin is peace and a life after death. Sweat Open your lips to songs of old scraggly … Continue reading Requiem For Death Sweats