“Please Mama, I’m sorry, I will not do it again, I promise!” Supo blabbered amidst wails as tears indiscreetly flooded his face. His grandmother, a sturdy, old woman who looked younger than she actually was, held his left hand firmly, as one would hold on to a pole on a train trip, lashing on his … Continue reading Retrospection
Gold Umuagbara The babe of Witwatersrand basin; Golden in nature, priceless in substance Like a fruit plucked from the mystic sun. Gold Umuagbara Your skin, the sand wave of Sahara, Still has the kiss of the rising sun. Even when the moon wax and wane, You stand as the embodiment of the compelling spheres, And … Continue reading Palace Of Gold
This is how I remember it. This is the image of my grandmother that sticks; that Christmas of 2005, the Christmas before she died. She is sitting at the dining table, in her customary chair. She has a bowl of Bournvita in front of her. Yes. A bowl. Apparently, this is how she likes … Continue reading Mama Efon’s Last One.