Palm trees dancing with the wind, Swoosh! Swoosh! How they swing, Perfectly aligned with the sky, Head held proud in disguise, Classically and musically sound, A royalty among its kind, Just by the turquoise seas, Sways gently to the ocean breeze, Oh! How it swings and sways with grace, Never in any haste, The soft … Continue reading The Palm Tree’s Song
pianist slamming the keys at 90 degrees low orchestra orchestrating melodious chromatography plucking away, strings apologizing vibratingly pendulums, gong beat talk of home made beats buzzing raps with a little highlife undertone arpeggios streaming, guitarist starring… plucking away, strings apologizing vibratingly pendulums, gong beat talk of home made beats sounds o’ victory in the air … Continue reading Listening To Music
Diligence: From a boy to a man (Conclusion) I arrived school, and wasted no time in seeking those willing to join my crusade; those who wanted to write history with me in our own little way. The church was to have her harvest two weeks after our resumption, and we wanted to showcase what … Continue reading Diligence 2
She came back. She asked if PHCN brought light(electricity) today. I said “No”. She sighed and dipped her hand in her purse and lifted a five hundred naira note and gave it to me. She said “buy fuel for the generator, I bought a song on my way home. I just heard the song ‘baby … Continue reading CD, why CD?
Food to the soul, they say it is Some say it is art, Others see it as a melodious sound, Music means much more. To the weary, it’s comfort To the bound, it’s freedom To the unloved, it’s love To the lost, it’s a map For the broken-hearted, it’s hope For the forgotten, it’s a … Continue reading What is Music?
By now, it was already dark, and although the electricity supply was a lot better in Asaba than it was in Lagos, the power was out that night. The generators in the neighborhood had taken over from where PHCN stopped. Chief Alozie’s compound was no exception. The hum of his generator was loud enough to … Continue reading With Love From Asaba: Part 9
God sang and danced as He created everything He sang and danced and whooped and wailed A song of densest enunciation, He sang and danced and clapped his chapped hands And the lights came on He sang and whistled and wreathed the winds with His fingers For life to begin. The earth formed from … Continue reading God Is Dancing
The song that wakes my heart today, Was song that blew my mind away. Long before now I must say, That’s song; I’ve long for days. But I’ve never been propitious To storm a solo so auspicious Like this very one source Which by thought, he’s success. This song is an inspiration of its own. … Continue reading Singing Song
Happy endings which weren’t meant to be— As they were considered by the majority. Teardrops trailing feeble steps Bottled up memories never to have been kept. Setting suns and crescent moons Never enough light present to lift the gloom. Droopy eyes, wearied from sights unpleasant, Overcrowded heart with tragedies as tenants. The heaviest … Continue reading The Scars Sing
Every word that was written by me To you, as jest or news Was always made to fit the bars of my voice As it sings your beauty. This tender desperation beating In my chest, this swirling adour Crowding my heart is me Lost for words And making every heave of my breathe A … Continue reading Singing Your Beauty
I heard the sounds come in. It was one I had heard before. I had danced in its many renditions severally. They hadn’t been mine. They were those of my friends and recently, the very last of my sisters. It reminded me of all those days, when we were little. It was like … Continue reading Soul Notes
Mr. Untouchable I’m begining to understand Your trade by barter Which means: “Give me your single vote And I’ll give you bundle of things (Starving,bombing,strike, economic meltdown, political unrest, abnormal bills from the legislatives …etc)” Mr. Untouchable Your the head of this family where Many eyes are red, celebration of tears, Empty bellies go to … Continue reading Mr. Untouchable
“You can play it on the piano then.” He did not say this like he was urging me. It was more like a command that he expected me to obey. Motioning for me to follow him, he led the way to the half-opened door that led to the music room. As he pushed the … Continue reading The Piano Book: Part 3 (Final)
Mama had not yet returned from work, and I had already been to Mama Peju’s shop. She did not have the house keys. That meant that I would have to wait outside the door until Mama came back. Today, that option was not-so-palatable. Waiting at Mama Peju’s shop was out of the question. I … Continue reading The Piano Book: Part 2
He saw me coming. After all, I was walking towards him. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking though. How does a 10-year old boy read the mind of a 40-something year old man? Some people have that gift, you know. But not me. I think he could read my mind. Did I already … Continue reading The Piano Book: Part 1