Borrowed tradition from a borrowed religion That special time of the year The mass exodus from cities , As all directions lead to our roots, homes and families We all gather to celebrate, make peace and show love Children excited at the special new clothes and shoes they receive At this special time of the … Continue reading Christmas
River Niger and river Benue have finally met. Their love will live for life Oh! Zambezi can live with envy, what a waste of energy! No trial and error nor casting die in the sky You’re beautiful even if they don’t believe it is true you’re beautiful than the nursing mother in the moon Mom! … Continue reading This How You See Your Mom
The many creek villages around Bonny and its Bight exist on fishing, so that night, many Ijaw fishermen were out on their canoes. They had heard the sound of the burning plane overhead and seen it crash into the water. ‘My brother, look at the aeroplane that had fire in one side. It will soon … Continue reading The Rising Glint Part 3
Ngozi’s temperature was higher and her natural colouring turned to grey. Her moans, once so loud, had quietened which scared her parents more. There was a stench of death in the air mixed with aviation kerosene and fear. Many felt the end was near. Clement pushed the wheelbarrow towards a queue in front of the tent, where … Continue reading The Rising Glint Part 2
December 1968 Ogbete Coal Mine Digging was continuing in spite of flooding in many chambers. Sweltering temperatures and cramped, claustrophobic conditions, meant the miners could hardly breathe, yet the work had to be done. Ogbete, the most productive coal mine in the whole of Nigeria, had scaled down production because of the civil war. Deep … Continue reading The Rising Glint Part 1
How priceless could it be Too bright for the eyes to see It beams with a lot of glee It’s a heart A heart made of gold. Rather quick it is slow It shines with so much glow It hits hard with a blow It’s a heart A heart made of gold. Always … Continue reading A heart of gold
Behold in awe my silver and my gold Everlasting from my youth to my old My offspring are above like the skies hold They are the stars twinkling, shining and bold In bullions reserve depart not my coins truly I do deserve to dwell in Zion And my belt shall never fall of my … Continue reading I Bless Myself
The preacher’s voice droned over her head like the sound of a helicopter. She sat there, eyes fixed on the preacher as if he had her attention. Nnenna’s mind was drifting. She wasn’t keen on coming to church but she needed to make the appearances for the sake of her mother. Her mother, whom … Continue reading The little black book.