We were having breakfast, my girlfriend and I. It was one of her occasional weekends off from work and she’d visited. And honestly I was loving it, I couldn’t complain; a meal of crisp toasts Read More
May 112013
Nigeria
May 102013
When they came They were as white as snow With noses long as a peacock’s beak As if from their noses they spoke Hair made of gold With force, hatred and vexation They swept Read More
May 092013
The third serialization of my booklet on the Nigerian conflict between 1966-1970.
May 072013
As Mama withdrew the syringe and gently massaged my buttocks, I smiled. I would want her by my side when I had my baby. She was the best nurse I knew, one of a kind. Read More
May 062013
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Yeni walked to the stream on bare callused feet, her empty calabash on her head. She wore a blue and white wrapper tied round her skinny frame.It covered her bosom and her Knees. She waddled Read More
May 042013
We accept our nature when they call us ‘Blacks’ We accept our nationality when they call us Nigerians; We accept our ignorance when they rate us third world; We accept our guilt when they scream Read More
May 022013
Everything occurred within one flashing second of eternity. In that frozen sequence of time, the ground in the yard behind Mardala was bursting open as a mortar bomb, whistling from a mile and half away Read More
Apr 242013
We are the songbirds; The mavis The waves are still the same And even worst They are the waves And came with ‘goody-goody’ Asking for our sweet voices For the river goddess to allow them Read More
Apr 222013
The second part of my serialization on the Nigerian conflict between 1966-1970.
Apr 142013
The first of a serialization from my booklet on Nigeria from 1966-1970.
Apr 102013
I was about to spread my tired bones on the mattress and wander my mind through the numerous corners it rounded every night when the agents who served darkness made a call on my Read More
Apr 062013
Dearly beloved: Tonight, three things will happen: all three unfortunate, all three avoidable. Tonight, in an obscure village somewhere in the vast lands called Nigeria, a faceless child will die a senseless death (the latest Read More
Mar 222013
Gone are those days she stood tall capped with pride that matched strength of her brothers from the lands of the colorless masters All she has now ….lines wrinkled lines intertwined all over her lines of hardship, lines Read More
Mar 192013
There was a Country: A personal history of Biafra (2012) and IBADAN: The Penkelemes years (1994) stands out as not just a collection of realistic experiences, but a socio-political commentary that captures the bygone events Read More
Mar 172013
“We are only imprudent servants, And have done what we ought to” That ancient book somewhere urged For we need not be lauded or adorned By our improbable breath or even death But by the Read More
Mar 042013
Dear Nigeria, When we first met, you seemed like the greatest gift to me. With the innocence of a child I fell deeply in love with you and entrusted my life to you, for the Read More
Feb 252013
LAST PRODIGAL I, son, prodigal. I, interpreter, Return rediscovered – revealed. Glares of futurity, The promise of the Sun’s rays on this urine-wet pile of grass; Visions of futility, The staying power of chameleon faeces Read More
Feb 202013
My name is Kat, not black Kat or wicked Kat. I am blessed with black silky fur that shines the brown of roof shingle when the sun is out in the sky. I have emerald Read More
Feb 032013
Familiar like our best, We all know him. We love him, We cherish him. His stupidity, Is our joy. His mischief, Our laughter. He , without fear Points at our FACE Yet Read More
Jan 312013
On a sunny Sunday, not too long ago, I hosted a friend at my residence. I hadn’t seen him for quite a while and when he arrived, he revealed that his mission was to achieve Read More