“Hi. Good evening Officer.” “Evening madam.” “Please, I am looking for a friend of mine. . .”‘ “Her name?” “Amaka Coker.” “Amaka?” he said disdainfully “Wetin happen oga?” “Who she be to you?” “Na my friend.” I fired back. “You be friend with that kind girl? That girl wey no get respect ehn! She don … Continue reading Memoirs of A Repentant Slut – Episode 12
“You have no soul ” – they told me Are you in doubt ? Ask the joiner and the locksmith They made me . The joiner, He once made me with a big ego But he trimmed that off into edges Left me with none He said it was cool for me not to be … Continue reading The plight of the BoX.
In our deepest despair, When misfortune like an albatross Swoops down on us, We let them burn, All we love most… When sore and unsure, Separated from false strength And all which gave false comfort, We build brick walls… Rather than bridges. Yet we learn not And hate that inborn impulse To seek solace when … Continue reading Pride
To love is to grow vulnerable Not to ailment’s ailing touch but to hate’s trepid lurch For as the ocean hasten to the sandy shore So does our hearts budges to its soothing succour When pride dines with prejudice at ego’s table Then we must feel the numbing pain of love To love is … Continue reading Love’s side effects
Every writer, I hear, gets to feel very much like a fraud now and then, that feeling of inadequacy, of pretending to be something he/she has little if no right to assume. Well, this is something I feel very much right now and by putting pen to paper, or more realistically, putting finger to key … Continue reading Writing and the Inconsequential Fraud
She gave him the things he never experienced The rare things money could not buy She loved him with all of her heart He felt the same way for her Yet, he made choices outside of her Just because, His ego was too big He never told her the sweet thoughts he had for … Continue reading Ego