teeth rattle to the beats of the wind and the knuckles to the ruffles of leaves and sheaves to the bleats of wolfs like sheep the land cackles like the witches of oz and old and tattles like nomadic tongues spewing curses in two folds and threes and fours like fell trolls in green and … Continue reading Wasteland
Dear Segun, Thinking of losing you is like living without water. Fix me because I am in pieces and my heart bleeds. The songs you sing to me lingers in my memory like a lullaby. Oh, ayanfẹ mi, how can I leave when we are meant to build our world together. If I go, I … Continue reading Biafra, I Must Go
HOW TO DIE IN A PROTEST It’s a protest… And must not start across the bridge from Onitsha Assembling at Aba Road is equally good location. The crowd must not be violent or mammoth A peaceful march with banners produces same results. Move not like a mob, but with metered paces Gather not in odd, … Continue reading How To Die In A Protest
Episode 10. Enjoy! The first thing Aisha felt when she woke up was the sharp pain coursing through her as she tried to rise from the bed. Her head felt heavy and she groaned when her legs felt like lead and the throbbing pain was coming from beneath her. The first … Continue reading Beautiful Wings – 10
It was a very busy day and the sun showed no mercy. It was so busy that an idle feet might get kicked out of the busy paths. It was my first time in Port-Harcourt but I was strongly advised not to act like a JJC. So I pretended not to admire the edifice buildings, … Continue reading My Experience at Port-Harcourt’s Motor Park
Life, they say is a tale but oftentimes people forget it’s distorted. Smoking thwarted his destiny, it misled my brother, Segun.Jeffa was Segun’s best friend. They knew each other since secondary school. He was studying petroleum engineering but everything ended suddenly. Their first year in uni. was great. They were zealous and ambitious. They … Continue reading Smoke Until You Are Six Feet Under!
Walking or driving down the streets of Lagos, it’s no longer a strange trend to see beggars parade themselves in search of alms. In response to their most times very compelling cry, sympathizers hand them different denominations of the Naira but this however doesn’t stop them from calling out to the very next passerby. … Continue reading The Beggars’ Den
Being dynamic is an important quality that indicates purposeful leadership; The ability to inculcate current best practices to develop, moving with the times while keeping what’s important and discarding what’s not. These are ways in which good leadership could adjust to not just reach their primary responsibilities but surpass them, making them have more value … Continue reading 1980conomics; The NCC Directive
It’s quite easy to stereotype. It eases up the responsibility of explaining. Stating without variations is often much easier than describing exceptions and the whys that follow. Stereotypes do not give room for explanations too. They are cut-in-stone conclusions. The indelible absence of buts design them. All aspects of sexuality has been stereotyped in Nigeria. … Continue reading Revisiting Anti-Gay laws
The title ‘Beautiful wings’ came after much contemplation about what kind of wings I’d like to be involved in this story. Beautiful or Broken. And I pondered if we humans had wings at all. I guess we had nothing to stand or even fly. We are that fragile. And so while I was still thinking, … Continue reading Beautiful Wings Episode 1
The “change” euphoria has come and gone. Now the dysphoria of what a hyper-inflated economy and a seemingly snail-paced government could do to our collective psychology has kicked into full drive. Now majority of us have started losing faith entirely in the Buhari led government. Why not? Arresting and re-arresting of corrupt or non-corrupt politicians … Continue reading How “Buharists” Argue 101
I can’t weep though my eyes are heavy i see you there lying like one who was not there i can comprehend the preceeding events i can only say this “what happened to us” Ten years ago On the lowly streets of Borno The sun appearing deam As it hurried slowly to … Continue reading Cold Sun
I listen to Fela’ quite a lot. I’m one of those weird people who can sing along to almost every of his track. In Sorrow, tears and blood, one of his songs, he posited that Nigerians fear too much. They never take action. They always have an excuse not to join a protest. Either … Continue reading The Burning of a seven year old; More than hashtags.
So my friend had invited me to this new year’s party that his Uncle and aunt were throwing. He already told me that a lot of people would be there including many ‘singles’ as it wasn’t just a family thing. I was quite happy because this was another opportunity to continue my wife hunt. My … Continue reading JIDE’S HUNT FOR A WIFE (Part 1)
He said he wanted a decent meal He just had breakfast, I though for a while He ate very well and asked for more akara as well He was happy to say thank you and smiled as he swayed He came back talking to me to say “I want a decent meal” Please … Continue reading A decent meal