How the other side lives You have had a second hand experience of the way the other side lives. You have seen and then practiced the loose-limbed yet regal walk of the confident, and you’ve drank tea with your pinky finger sticking out like the rich do. But you do not belong, at least not … Continue reading How the other side lives
MOTEL BLUES (part One) *** “I go marry next year”, Bella said in her fabulous pidgin as she busied by the dressing mirror. I froze as her words hit me. She instinctively turned my way and continued. “I don dey old for hia. I no for tell anoda babe, buh you be my padi. I … Continue reading MOTEL BLUES [Episode I]
Knock, Knock , Knock Another life grows within her Young and unripe Prey to the stupidity of sweet words and false promises A few minutes of painful pleasure Bittersweet Has caused this stranger to grow within her Once she was like a delicate china plate With a goldmine between her legs She was taught to … Continue reading Broken China…
“There is a moment during rape, when the girl feels the pleasure too” Dukan’s friends had stated that clearly in his ears several times, but he had doubted, because it sounded impossible. The times he felt the urge, he subdued it. Dukan held himself powerfully against his wish because he couldn’t rape, he couldn’t bare … Continue reading Pleasure – She Likes It?
Tell her something that she will soon not remember. Words that will blow over her gently She would sway and then stagger ever so slightly To pleasant vocabulary which truly has no meaning. Though they be the most tired of repetitions -evidence of your disinterest to spare her a creative thought- This observation will concern her not As it is of less priority than … Continue reading Tell Her Something Sweet
Time’s a’ wasting Days, hours, minutes and seconds. You sit back and wonder again- ‘How did I let this happen? What on earth has come over me?’ But we both know there’s never one answer. And probably, There just may never be. This past-time is tedious I’m sure you would agree. It absconds with all your … Continue reading C.r.u.s.h.e.s
BOKO HARAM Birthed in the 21st century, A name to be reckoned with forcefully, Even babies in the womb knows that you exist, And when they step into this part of the world, They are been prayed for “May you not be a victim of Boko-haram And everyone says “Amen”. Both young and old never … Continue reading THERE IS GOD Oooooooo!
Ness tried to hold it. He raced across the street, pretended to respect traffic and dived into the road through the zebra crossing. The oncoming traffic charged wildly, as it screeched rashly and stopped almost as the driver was about knocking the boy down. “You fool!” the driver yelled at the non stopping figure. “You … Continue reading Ness (FART!)
“Mrs. Adefuja, This is the third time Ness would be doing this, I have warned him several times today but he wouldn’t listen.” Antonia said with irritation. “Who is this Ness? He must be a very naughty trouble maker. Call him for me, now! And mind you I’m ‘Miss’ not ‘Mrs’ ” Kemi Adefuja instructed … Continue reading NESS (THE REAL MESS) *revised*
The clock strikes The girls bite Pinch and tease Leaving their trademarks Drama queens In need of attention Like always, I run I run past them Girls that bite Some I dance with A few I touch The ring of the bell, Then, it’s all over again
Preteen, She is young, She is tender, But we violated her. We were suppose to give her rain And also give her sunshine So that she sees rainbow But we violated her. Eat, Play, Dance, And sleep All they knew But we violated her She must be up She must compete; When we are ready … Continue reading Violated
By Ochuko Tonukari Not too long ago, an exciting debate came up in our local church. It was such that we heatedly discussed ways in which parents need to re-examine placing gender stereotypes on their children, specifically boys. There were many eloquent speakers in the church that day but frankly, I was somewhat impressed … Continue reading How to raise the kind of Men we would like to Marry
It didn’t take long after Mr. Akume’s tragedy ended when Obaro came. Obaro was a girl of about fifteen years living with her parents in a small face-me-I –face-you apartment. She didn’t make the last JSS 3 exams and so, I suppose she was still in the same class. Obaro was the ugliest and dirtiest … Continue reading Little grown-ups (2)
In those days when I was a youngster living in Warri, there were many things that happened. In fact, there is one I remember now. Back then there were so many young beautiful schoolgirls in our neighbourhood. Most times, during early morning rush hours, our area would surge with elegant babes between the ages … Continue reading Little grown-ups (1)
There are many men that have passed through my life but none hurt more than the last. He was caring and sensitive; he held my hands and always remembered to ask how my day went. I thought he was a god-send, I thought he understood when I explained. One day I visited him at his … Continue reading Cries of a Virgin