Tag Archives: Igbo

1: The Great Facade that was Unity

Let me begin by saying that I had no intention of writing this book so early on in my life.  This was supposed to be one of my final works.  The ruminations and ramblings of an old man if you will.  Then again, I never knew things would get bad this quickly.  The world around … Continue reading 1: The Great Facade that was Unity

A Country of Cannibals

Just last week; I saw some very mouth- watering UNESCO Food Intervention jobs in Maiduguri, Yobe, Kano and other core Northern locations. Needless remind you that I’m a Food Technologist. An “Oliver Twist” type- food technologist who is always roaming the veld seeking for greener foliage to forage. Yet, I let this one pass me … Continue reading A Country of Cannibals

The IBI-GBO boy: A Biafran minority report

  “All is fair in love and war” – John Lyly’s Eupheus *** There lies the road to Ohazife village, where Obulu-Nne, the goddess of my left foot rules over the lush land and its rustic people and I often wish I could go back, walk down that dirt road and roam through the part … Continue reading The IBI-GBO boy: A Biafran minority report

Biafra 2020

I’d seen many beautiful girls before but I’d never seen any as beautiful and as ukwulicious as this girl. She was a yellow pawpaw. The type of yellow that no bleaching cream could give. She was so graceful in her movement. Her ukwu moving up and down, left and right like the hips of a … Continue reading Biafra 2020

BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE, The Biafran Armageddon

BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE, The Biafran Armageddon Joshua Omenga Nigeria has swallowed a long pestle and can only sleep standing upright. Several years of misgovernment and incompetence – there is no need to enumerate – have brought Nigeria to an explosion point. The time is ticking, the fuse is readying to light, but before … Continue reading BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE, The Biafran Armageddon

Small Town

Father was silent, he didn’t move much. His eyes were down, hands were crossed and his feet supported his walking cane against the table. He would look at me from time to time as if to ensure that they wouldn’t be disappointed. Mother who was constantly eye-communicating with me, telling me to cross my leg, … Continue reading Small Town

SHORT STORY: ‘Papi Johny’- by Okey Egboluche

SHORT STORY: ‘Papi Johny’- by Okey Egboluche

I am doing my thing. Scavenging through the garbage heap, searching for anything that catches my fancy. Sometimes, I tear them into shreds, at other times, I hang them around my neck, take it home or just gulp it “Papi Johny Johny,” “Papi Johny Johny,” the children in the neighbourhood would drum and sing to … Continue reading SHORT STORY: ‘Papi Johny’- by Okey Egboluche

Season One – A Novel by Ogenyi Emma Idinma

Season One – A Novel by Ogenyi Emma Idinma

Book Title: Season One Author: Emma Idinma Ogenyi Foreword by: Aloke Inyere Jnr. Publisher: Chiysonovelty International Year of Publication: 2012 Pages: 74 “When one arrives in the land of the spirit, it is not necessary seeking the dead. Amobelede village met an unimagined in one fateful afternoon. Even their diviner was dumbfounded when he saw … Continue reading Season One – A Novel by Ogenyi Emma Idinma

Cry the beloved Country, the Sceptre may not hold

Cry the beloved Country, the Sceptre may not hold

A sceptre has been looming over our heads, a sceptre called Biafra. For 42 years it has defied gravity and remained poised up above the firmament of the geographical location called Nigeria. This sceptre most recently was brandished a little closer to our heads by the publishing of Achebe’s book, There was a Country. It … Continue reading Cry the beloved Country, the Sceptre may not hold