Ikeja had only been this quiet once. The first time was eleven years ago when I cried as my father threw I and my mother out of his house because my little brother had our neighbour’s dentition and facial features. We’d lived at Surulere until she died and I had to learn how to feed … Continue reading Inktober – Day 2: Tranquil
Why should I hold it in? Is my heart an inn? Why should I not say when I have been hurt? Will you only learn the evil your shunning made me do when I become a member of the dreaded cults? Why can I not cry too? Why does my pains have to be kept … Continue reading Why Should I?
Koko paced the courtyard in half circles, like a lion ready to pounce on its prey. The west wind blew fiercely, carrying traces of salt and ashes. Earlier that morning, Koko and his men had attacked Ojika’s vineyard and set fire to it. His workers were not spared. Everyone and everything was burnt to the … Continue reading Inktober – Day 1: Poisonous
In his quick gait and stride, I see legs feeble and weary. In his straight back and shoulders raised, I see bent stooping waist helped by a cane. In his sexual energy and libido, I see deadly soft limpness. In her smooth pretty beautiful face, I see rough wrinkles etched deeply on her face, like … Continue reading When Old Age Beckons
My mother always warned me against whistling at night.”I pray you don’t attract evil with that your smelling mouth,” she said one night as she broke melon seeds for dinner.I’ve never believed in myths, but I found her tales funny.”Why mother?” “I’ve told you times without number,” she pushed the white, plastic chair she sat … Continue reading The Ant Queen
I think of your smiles, Your lovable laughter, your funny frowns, I think of you and my heart aches. I think of moments shared, Pleasant and unpleasant. The drink and food, of music and deep conversations. I think of you and my heart aches. I know! Still your heart beats for the Judas that stabbed … Continue reading Heart Ache
She-devil Woe unto the earth for the mistress of the devil has come to seduce, steal and slay. Hell will freeze over cause she has come with a great lust for revenge and destruction. WATCH YOUR BACK!!! COMING SOON!!! (c) Gabriel G Odigiri,2018
WE WERE SILENT Silence drove us from Nile to Mississippi to clean the ugly scars at its bottom. The world wept – Our tongues tasted her tears. Our backs were burnt into the future which a little boy folded in his left palm. Strokes from the sun filled our stomachs, our perspiration sealed our throats’ … Continue reading We Were Silent
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
We are in a country Where poetry or rhetoric does not matter. What matters really is flattery. Sycophancy! So my people are now like: Any-government-in-power; Anywhere-belly-face Because what really matters now Are the things that don’t matter at all. Yet they say, Power belongs to the people. We are in a country Where the armed … Continue reading We Are in a Country
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
“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
The alarm rang for the umpteenth time that morning, I snoozed it as I turned to the other side of the bed to continue sleeping. ‘Sleepy, sleepy, wake up o’ Nnenna, my roommate shouted ‘What is it jor?’ I asked groggily as I yawned and tried to steady my eyes on her. Why did she … Continue reading Mr Right?