YOU TAUGHT ME… You taught me papa, that the way to heaven is paved with lack and tears, that they who wear finery, will never see the streets of gold. You taught me that blessings, come from God and I only need pray. But now I see– for still in that Bible, you see the … Continue reading You Taught Me
No doubt, the life we live is in different stages, each with its own peculiarities. The youthful period — which in particular, is the prime of one’s lifetime — is one that requires a great deal of one’s productivity. It is akin to the fulcrum of a lever upon which the load of your life … Continue reading The Life That Happens
This is Nigeria, live with in…or not
In love? Be ready to cry! In love? Be steady and always try To offer your best! In love? Your eye’s may not always be dry! In love? Be ready to hear a lie! In love? Be willing to love and forgive! In love? Don’t expect a saint on earth! In love? Look beyond the … Continue reading Are You In Love?
Betrayal, they say, is like the snake’s venom. First comes the excruciating pain, then the swelling but even that is not the problem. The problem is the venom slowly traversing through your bloodstream making each breathe a struggle, ravaging your organs till you wind up dead. That is what betrayal does to you; the only … Continue reading Silent Storm
Ikeja had only been this quiet once. The first time was eleven years ago when I cried as my father threw I and my mother out of his house because my little brother had our neighbour’s dentition and facial features. We’d lived at Surulere until she died and I had to learn how to feed … Continue reading Inktober – Day 2: Tranquil
I look back on the memories we’ve had sometimes ago When life was free for every one of us, both young and old When hiding in dilapidated buildings wasn’t a survival technique And death was from nature, not a man-made epidemic When our young ones were free to go to school, grow up and become … Continue reading Remember Us This Way
Koko paced the courtyard in half circles, like a lion ready to pounce on its prey. The west wind blew fiercely, carrying traces of salt and ashes. Earlier that morning, Koko and his men had attacked Ojika’s vineyard and set fire to it. His workers were not spared. Everyone and everything was burnt to the … Continue reading Inktober – Day 1: Poisonous
The day started out sunny, these days were the hottest days of the year with a number of people seen outside via the huge transparent glass window, cleaning their sweaty face with handkerchiefs, some holding tight to hand fans, terrible traffic happening all over the city in expectation of the President of the country; Every … Continue reading Cold Day In Summer
If you are a Nigerian and a skin-tight one as that, you should already know where this is headed towards; Victor AD’s “WEYTIN WE GAIN” which has received so much appreciation from most people as one song that reflects on their lives and mentality. Weytin We Gain is simply talking about the day-to-day hustling, bustling, … Continue reading WEYTIN WE GAIN (My advice to the youths)
In his quick gait and stride, I see legs feeble and weary. In his straight back and shoulders raised, I see bent stooping waist helped by a cane. In his sexual energy and libido, I see deadly soft limpness. In her smooth pretty beautiful face, I see rough wrinkles etched deeply on her face, like … Continue reading When Old Age Beckons
Imagine a world for no and everyone Where we all are here to be as one and to save the world Where we have no differences at heart despite the differences at hand and our nations can all relate with one happy and unified mind Imagine a place like home that is not your … Continue reading Imagine
Now I can go to jail Have for myself, a bad name If I take the wrong steps And follow evil men One that I would carry with me for the rest of life, in shame One that would follow me till I join my brothers in Hades I fear for I will soon be … Continue reading Becoming Eighteen
Somewhere in Niger area… There are stories to tell; half and full, from the things we see temporarily and the things we can’t see ordinarily. Stories that make eagles sing. Dysphoria! We Plateau much. Oh! Our boys play to fight. They hate to love too. Did I tell you they hate growth? Eeew! One of … Continue reading We Plateau Much
Were the sky an egg, the sun would be its yolk Were it an artwork, the painter will be God If rain was virgin silver escaping from heaven’s treasure house Men would line up in their numbers to be the first to be drenched If earth was a building of precious stones Wouldn’t you … Continue reading Know Your Place