There was war in heaven and there was going to be only one winner, him. The glass floor felt cold against his bare feet as he sneaked across the oval corridor. He looked at his reflection coming off the walls for a few seconds. He looked wild; it was how he wanted to look. His … Continue reading Before The Darkness: Prologue
This stool, this stool. This same stool! This stool draws tears from my eyes. This stool draws fears from my skies. This stool straws cares that ache my heart. It was this stool that took my Adaka! Where is my Adaka? Where, I ask, is my Adaka? Where has gone the spirit of an irreplaceable … Continue reading My Adaka
My legs refused to move And my fist clenched on its own accord It is worse than having a cobra on the roof If my love would die sinking in the mud The king had decreed so That my happiness be taken away Death shall avenge at the third crow And at my feet shall … Continue reading Why Her?
It struck again, that hideous thunder It made us scamper Pell-mell, helter-sketter Back we fell, to our old folks’ shelter We looked up and saw the doom All around disaster loomed We’re left in despair So much damage, who would repair Our fates bargained by the priests The gods, they sought to … Continue reading Struck Again
The gods are silent when the drums are dusty No music is harped Tired the flutist Tired the dancers Dust clad spectators are weary When an angry god abandons the priest Every way leads home An abomination came upon the land of Ijado They believed in a man rather than the prophecies The elders are … Continue reading The gods are Silent
In my solitude, amidst unbroken kolanuts and white chalk the empty anthill finds it’s historian, my Chi…. tracing Uli lines in the sands of Abame Amadioha’s fate by oracles in woodfree uncoated patchments that die Chineke’s beard white in the last moments. it is not often that the right hand opens the eye in it’s … Continue reading Of kolanuts and white chalk