Old age is sweet. Fresh palmwine would have to stand in line in comparism to the heady ecstacy that old wine gives. That was what Pa.Falokun felt like. Old wine. Stored well, not a jerry-can, but the proper rubber jar, he was ripe in his old age. With experience. And pain. Pain is good for … Continue reading A space in the stars
It is Christmas in the heart that puts Christmas in the air. – W.T. Ellis The past few months had been hard for Gideon Ayomide, he had cooked his home cold. He made the house so boiled that it agreed with the … Continue reading WHAT YOU WISH FOR or something like that
WRITE UP BY DINDY:JOY Please do not share without talking to me personally and asking for permission, thank you for reading this write up… An unexplainable feeling that over whelms one’s heart in an exciting way of happiness. An expressing of love can pop out joy, a joyful world and life can be brought to … Continue reading Story By Dindy: Joy
The Free gift There is a source to it divinely It does not discriminate No one should be deprived of it It doesn’t exclude animals or insects Plant and trees, it part of nature. For some it has to be paid for while it will be snuffed out from others unjustly For some it will … Continue reading The Free Gift
Focused and at peace with my inner me Confident, strong and determined Free to spread my wings Soaring above judgment Without a single care in the world Grateful at the bliss to be me Free to love , free to give and free to care The wisdom to understand The gift within That tears and … Continue reading Lessons In Being Me
We sit by the door, waiting to hear some brassy footsteps stomp down to our place We sit and wait and count fears for minutes But silence sweeps down the halls and sneaks under the door to embrace us There are no footsteps… We wait And in the meantime we decide to laugh with abandon, … Continue reading No scribes, yo!
Yesterday, as I waddled smartly down the road I usually went for long walks every evening, I couldn’t help but over hear a woman like me look my way in disdain and voice out the word ‘fat woman’. She was tall and skinny and stood on top of very high heels. Me Fat ? Since … Continue reading Fat Woman…
Priceless are the memories of Mumsie’s cooking From the elasticity of her pounded yam, to the thickness of her soup With road blocks of periwinkles, dry fish and beef ! My mouth still waters at the memory Best of all was her Sunday, Sunday Special Jollof rice ! From the picking of the stones from … Continue reading Jollof Rice
Daggers of pain pierced my soul and doubled me over in sorrow As salty beady rivulets ran down my face leaving none for the morrow My heart twitched threatening to drop to the ground. My mouth opened to scream but out came no sound And from the depth of my belly came a groaning I … Continue reading My Tears
Standing outside the gate of my compound at the early hours of the day,the sun smilling down , I watched the children in uniforms walk to school a few distance from where I was, laughing at their naughtiness and the pranks they played on each other, smiling on my own I remembered when I was … Continue reading Welcome….I Missed U
Believe me, you can never know it all. Some people are wise, but some are wiser.
Amaka an upcoming lady, a sweet girl of seventeen thought that she has at least acquired a boyfriend, thanks to Joy her friend who linked her up.
She goes online because of him, she does the un-do-able just for him, she craves for his presence, his warmth but … things were not as the seem. A big skeleton lies in the cupboard waiting to be stirred and thus it finally was and the unimaginable became the case.
It’s just a matter of carefulness, you never can tell a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
I am offering this poem to you For Jimmy Santiago told me to To recommend the word I-LOVE-YOU…. Keep it, treasure it as you would Wean the breath of thy womb Wi’ three syllable word I-LOVE-YOU. For wholey nothing else to gi’ you Which in worth to weight in value This methuselah word I-LOVE-YOU. Samuel C. … Continue reading J. Santiago Told Me To
My travails in Dana expressed By the kind gesture of that phantom At the gate of this beautiful place On Sabbath when God rested On man’s origin on resurrection day. This poet with much time To compose my dying thought-few seconds By the pen of history. Though dreams unfulfilled Like aviation Loved ones never to … Continue reading Pandemonium 2: The hustle is over…
I know this will raise some eye brow here on NS…I don’t mean to cause any, read with an open mind, comment and move on with your writings. Just a self expression out of certain inspirations. Your face here Carries a certain air The aura and fire Will only go higher I am captured and … Continue reading Bubbllinna!