Mommy and Daddy are fighting again. They would never say it but I know it is about me. I am seven years old but I can’t sit, can’t talk and can’t walk. All I do Read More
May 212013
death
May 172013
Α̲̅πϑ they sat down Under the canopy To mourn or celebrate? Our loss their gain With peering eyes Jagged hearts and sagging breast Dirty wrappers, the villagers But I look on with dismay The Read More
May 122013
Seeded dreams in the cornrows of her hair, sprout in the moonlight of the bed where Ala* lay dead. Global warming between her legs. We’d torn the compass from her head, got lost in the Read More
May 092013
The third serialization of my booklet on the Nigerian conflict between 1966-1970.
May 092013
The air is damp, pregnant or for lack of words, speaks of a birth awaiting. I stop, tilt my head upwards and breathe deeply. Filling my lungs with molecules of foreboding, I notice the stars Read More
May 042013
I had been crawling behind Clara, on each and every step of the stairs. Scare beyond my wits, I had stubbornly refused to heed the foreboding fear churning at my guts. I thought I could Read More
Apr 252013
Awero woke to the sound of shouts, wails and footsteps. She knew what the lament was about, that was the second time in three weeks that the procession would pass her house; the second time Read More
Apr 142013
The first of a serialization from my booklet on Nigeria from 1966-1970.
Mar 252013
“Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing Read More
Mar 232013
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Mar 192013
Beep…Beep…Beep…Beep She lies there; connected to the machine keeping her alive. Written on her skin are the answers to their questions, but somehow they don’t see them, or maybe they do but refuse to acknowledge Read More
Mar 152013
He sighed. “I’ve never told you this either,” he said to Chudi who was looking on quietly. “Most new people we’ve met don’t ask, and Bimbo is the last person to raise the topic. I’d Read More
Mar 122013
Though I get by, I’m not very good at making friends. In university, I only had two close friends. My girlfriend, Nkechi, left the country after her youth service and we lost contact. As the Read More
Mar 072013
Torn, dishevelled pieces of her are strewn all across the room, from where she had picked up her broken glasses, smashed T.V and CDs, to where she had mopped the floor clean with her cultured Read More
Mar 012013
We had barely started out on the journey when aunty Patience (my aunty) dozed off into deep sleep accompanied in like manner by loud snores. A woman sitting beside aunty Patience offered for me Read More
Mar 012013
He came,he saw but didnt conquer. A few months to go Only to be shattered… Scattered everywhere Social media,health centre and death’s lair. And that sacred spot, where the ritual occurred That seeped,sipped and lipped Read More
Mar 012013
“What are you doing up there?” He looked at his young friend from their normal spot, wondering why he had decided to sit atop the roof of the community centre. It had never been their Read More
Feb 262013
At Death At death my coat of skin melts into streams that flow and show on faces of the folks who mourn but Do not mourn for me for I cannot swim Read More
Feb 202013
My Father once told me a story about a herbalist that had a spare parts shop in the middle of the market square, shadowed underneath the big Iroko tree. In the crime ridden Nkwo market, Read More
Feb 202013
On the day we were to travel to Lagos, I was awoken early in the morning by my mum who sounded as eager and excited as I was. After taking a quick and short cold Read More