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
THIS IS DEMOCRACY This is democracy, where we say we practice government of the people, government by the people and government for the people. This is democracy, where the cats, the dogs, the rats, the goats, the pigs and the antelopes were to choose a Lion as a subordinate but they ended up choosing an … Continue reading This Is Democracy
I WON’T TELL I won’t tell you how they live life in my father’s darkest land. Boys who drag their friable feet in betwixt weeds, honourably. Girls who lift drums of dusts playfully just to keep themselves elated. I won’t tell you how they live life in my father’s darkest land. Leaders who kept their … Continue reading I Won’t Tell
It is time to tell my story It is time to know what I really am It is time to see the scar behind my mask Few months ago, I was seated calmly waiting for death to come claim me, but it never came, how disappointed I felt, even with all the love … Continue reading Sickled Heart
In trepidation You approach your future Flapping your wings Against the wind of life Like a bird with wounded wings You try to soar high above Into the atmosphere of life How can you sow without a seed? How can you drive without Petrol? How can you swim against the tide? These you must achieve … Continue reading Hopeless Hopes
Hello beautiful people, How is everyone doing? How has your year been? Again, I want to apologize for giving this story a very long break as well. 😪 I’ve been away doing a lot this past year. Please accept my apology. 😔 Okay so this is the continuation of the series I Married A Mad Man. … Continue reading I Married A Mad Man (Episode 3)
I do not want to be a bee Always busy producing honey, I do not want to be a banker Counting other people’s money I do not want to be a policeman Collecting bribes on the road Or exploiting unsuspecting drivers The Nigerian police, I detest. I do not want to be a Politician Making … Continue reading The Writer’s World
Have you ever wondered what the color of hope is? I heard it said once that Hope gives life and life is in seasons So, I wondered What is the color of hope in seasons? In Autumn I think, maybe it’s Orange, The hue of dry and crackling leaves as they fall off a tree, … Continue reading The Color of Hope
The rot and decadence in the Nigerian Police is devastating. I don’t even know If they cause more harm than good. They’ve proved themselves to b a tool of intimidation in the hands of the rich. Their actions always portray that they are out for hire to the highest bidder. I don’t know about other … Continue reading “Is Nigerian Police Really Your Friend?”
And I watch her, disgust pitting in my throat. here, her desperation on display. On bent knees and red eyes. There is nothing subtle about this pain. She can not hide it. ‘Daddy, I know you can help me. you are my last bus top’ she says. I can not hide my disgust. my throat … Continue reading The ones who made mother bleed
Don’t know which way to take Don’t also want to be fake Should I settle for my life Or should I choose my life Amidst the storms of life I find peace in my inner-self Can’t figure out which way to go I know I want to rise and grow Following my instincts, I might … Continue reading Confusion
“I don’t know how I got here, I don’t know how I became suicidal, all I know is I want to end everything “, said Bayo, his voice hoarse from crying while speaking to the only man bold enough to walk up to him from the onlookers. “I might not understand what’s happening to you, … Continue reading Behind The Scene