I’m on the third mainland bridge. I’m not here for sight seeing but judging from the amount of parked cars, cameras and security behind me, you would think I am an actor waiting for the Director’s voice to yell ‘JUMP’, so we could complete a scene in another low budget Nollywood movie. I am sure … Continue reading Suicide
My husband died in his sleep but my in laws said I killed him. How could I have killed my husband? After all, my uncle had married me off to such an old man because he could not repay the debt he owed. I had only set eyes on him a few days to the … Continue reading Widow
An intercourse of death calls
and a missing sister,
a missing daughter,
springs off her feet in response.
You have just closed your eyes in sleep — a different kind of sleep, and then you hear someone calling your name and you find yourself slowly slipping to the other side. But you are still hearing your loved ones, raising their voices to a feverish pitch. They are saying something that sounds like an unbroken string of mono syllabic words ; you recognize it as the tongues of angels, the tongues of mystery. This mysterious language is broken up by fierce , passionate singing and deafening clapping: “He has promised he will never fail”, the song goes , but you are going and they still continue praying and singing, singing and praying, voices hoarse, tears streaming down.
But then you go. It is final. You have gone.
So many things to run after
As daily the future is built
But many are running for cover
As being selfish is killing tomorrow