For Angel. The sun came before the christmas day, a bright let down of rays that lifted the torment of harmattan a bit. Many people left their lip glosses in their pockets and purses, sure that they would not need it for a while. Vasline,petroleum jelly, and Shea butter were all left in their containers. … Continue reading christmas in ilorin
During the times that have come by, I pray for war to come. Not these new modern warfare. The old kind. Those ones stationed between battle noise and mud trenches. The zipping sounds of mortars, as empty bullet shells illuminate the blood heavy war terrain. Soldier boots marching through old places that were once called … Continue reading Old Soldier
School of Life So there I was in the ‘School of Life’, at first I found it very tough. Struggling with the lessons, finding them so hard at such a young age. Almost like putting a baby in secondary school. After much stress and strain I had advanced enough to be promoted to a higher … Continue reading School Of Life
Humans on earth wish for a thousand and one things – fast cars, wealth, money, fame, the Forbes list to mention a few – and if wishes were horses, we would be riding high on chariots. However, there is only one thing every human on the face of this earth would never wish for. Accidents. … Continue reading Final Destination.
I think the worst thing that could happen after losing someone you love, someone you’ve spent virtually your entire life with, is the inability to feel. No grief, no heartache just the inexplicable dread that one day, could be a year, a month or a week, that cold, lifeless hunk of flesh, stuffed into … Continue reading Grief
He was with me We moved together Breathed together Grew together And then there was her She came like a thirsty whirlwind during a peaceful night Unexpected Unwelcome Unseen She came for blood To her he was mere game She burrowed her way into his flesh Not his heart No, his lust She appealed to … Continue reading Gone
A REVIEW OF IKECHUKWU ORJINTA’S THE DEATH OF BIAFRA Book: The Death of Biafra (Genocide in Nigeria 1967-1970). Authors: Gills Caron and F. Bonneville. Translator from French: Rev Fr Dr Dr Ikechukwu Aloysius Orjinta. Genre: Memoir, History. Imprint: Nsukka: University of Nigeria Press Ltd, 2012. Pages: 157. ISBN: 978-978-8446-22-4. There is no basis for unity: … Continue reading A Review Of Ikechukwu Orjinta’s The Death Of Biafra
“…the sooner you get here the better.” Or so you thought. No one told you that suddenly you’ll be so free, so left alone that it’ll make you afraid. Since 18, people have learnt not to cross your lines, to let you be and you had basked in that freedom. You’ve been left on your … Continue reading Room 25.. the sooner you get here, the better.
Some magicians can walk on water; I can swim on land. I trim my beards with a chainsaw. I won the pole vault championship in the Olympics using a broom stick. I push on doors that say pull and they still open. When I hang a picture, it normally dies. I built Rome in … Continue reading Super Human
Dear Father, I am writing this letter to you, sitting in the confines of the drab and ugly corner of the hostel room where I reside on campus. Apart from me, this small room contains eighteen other grown up boys. This is perhaps the first reason why I cannot make a first class. However, I … Continue reading Dear Father, I cannot make a First Class
In the late 70s and mid-80s, it was wonderful to be a kid in Northern Nigeria. We had a pleasant childhood. You know all those adventures you read and day dreamed about? We had them all. Now, if all the adventures you read about were all Enid Blyton, flying broomsticks and brooks and meadows and … Continue reading Child Story (1)
Although, I am a graduate of chemical engineering from the Federal University of Technology, Owerri, I am also an artist – a fact I discovered about myself due to the need to survive. It happened this way. During my final year in school, I sourced for fund for my final year project and design work … Continue reading A Special Day
Most of the girls I’ve dated (ask me how many) seem to have this belief that I am a very jealous guy. I dont know the scientific theory they applied (I’m guessing it’s Newton’s law of motion) and how they managed to arrive at the same conclusion but I know that they are so… so… … Continue reading I am not a jealous lover… Part 1
I walked into the bookshop to check a title for a friend and ended up picking another for myself. It was a small book of just 88 pages coauthored by Michael MacDonald and Titus Ndiritu Kihara published in 2012 by The Paulines Africa. On the blurb of the book was written “What I Never Told … Continue reading What I Never Told You – A Review
Could it be that words could be so intricately woven, in a seamless and complex manner, and yet hold such shocking significance? Could it be that the mind of an artist would discover such a topic, disguised beneath nothingness and make form out of chaos?