It was a Monday. And as usual time had dragged. However, the work day finally came to a close. As I packed my books and laptop into my back-pack there was only one dominant thought on my mind – SLEEP! The fatigue of the studious weekend and the long night stayed with me all through … Continue reading The “Monday” Weekend
The blood is still warm in my mouth. The taste is so overpowering that it makes me want to vomit. The room reeks of regret; the blood splattering’s on the wall, the broken lampshade on the ground, the stained bed sheets tossed onto one side of the bed. How is this possible? How could I … Continue reading Daddy Dearest
Slip away, Like the mist of a half-remembered dream that should not be; Be a hero, live in our thoughts, and slide out to forgetting on the rails of time; Time will shield you from us, shroud you with an unyielding sleep, Sleep on, life’s bustle should not keep you awake. Slip away, We give … Continue reading Slip Away
I heard the tiny laughter in the silence of the dizzy night. He was cuddling her again like he always did. I got up from from the bed I had inherited from my bony grandpa who preferred using oil and salt to eat yam to using vegetable soup. I really cannot lay my hand on … Continue reading My Stepmother
Dear Father, I am writing this letter to you, sitting in the confines of the drab and ugly corner of the hostel room where I reside on campus. Apart from me, this small room contains eighteen other grown up boys. This is perhaps the first reason why I cannot make a first class. However, I … Continue reading Dear Father, I cannot make a First Class
When will I see you again father? For you are long gone and like a missing tooth the tongue hovers at your hole your void a reminder of times shared but fleeting. Times shared walking hand in hand down the dusty road. Times shared at the small sized shop shopping sweets and snacks. Times spent … Continue reading In Memory Of You Father (Pa Adedamola)
I‘d sing this anthem from my soul The title means, “God thinks on me” Though I may not ever know as I stroll Upon earth or ride the tide of the sea There are much of the unseen seen Benign or malignant each in its kind Yet, in every single passing scene He plans inexplicably … Continue reading Chinechere M – tʃi/nɛ/tʃɛ rɛ m/
The baby wails on. D’Onah reaches first for the girl. He lifts her limp hand, raises a bunch of blood-soaked hair from her bloody face. He retches heavily, with a sinking feeling of despair. He has no time to prepare before the chair whips into his back, rocking him forward. When he turns, his assailant … Continue reading Son 3
She recognizes the surrounding. Only a couple of times had she been here with Styne. Styne…? She feels like she’s drowning as the cold water rushes over her, plastering the unflatteringly shapeless hospital robe to her gaunt frame. The water shocks her senses to the sound of a wailing baby. Her baby. She struggles to … Continue reading Son 2
Feeling the stir, D’Onah looks down at the sleeping figure in the bed. He smiles his welcome-back-to-earth smile. Nari slowly opens her eyes. It has been thirty-seven hours since the surgeons wheeled her out of the theatre, enough to get D’Onah thinking about her and nothing else. “Took you long enough to come awake,” he … Continue reading Son 1
“…And if I only could, Make a deal with God, And get him to swap our places…” Kate Bush Running up that hill, 1985 Dearest Daddy, I fell asleep yesterday. In the middle of the day. At my desk. Like a lazy lump of flesh. I was reading a mail, and I sort of slid sideways and blinked … Continue reading Letter to my Father Part II
I finally got round to putting something down about my father. Like medicine after death, literally, because he is dead and gone. Died December 7th, buried December 28th, Beloved Father, Brother, Uncle, Grandfather, Cousin, and all the other names they wouldn’t let us put in the obituary…Friend to his Children, Humorist, Lover of British Comedy who Introduced … Continue reading Letter to my Father Part I
“I made that loud noise my mother always called a funny name I can’t remember right now, but I was laughing so hard my sides began to hurt, as my father threw me up in the air and caught me repeatedly. He threw me so high my eyes were starting to turn, but 5 year … Continue reading The Father I Never Had…
Son! People will hate you because they cannot do what you do.
People will love you because they love what you do.
But, don’t be distracted by praises and criticism by men rather than moving forward.
Son! Don’t follow the crowds with negative mission.
Follow the crowds with creative and positive vision.
The fear ‘n your face, that I may never get
your riddle, yet exposed the urge in your heart.
No healthier spring could nurture love’s floret.
‘Love, son’ you said, ‘is the ability
of someone to take someone else’s bullet’.