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Inktober – Day 2: Tranquil

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

Inktober – Day 1: Poisonous

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

The Ant Queen

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

Heart Ache

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

queen of the coast

She-devil

       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

I Won’t Tell

I Won’t Tell

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

We Are in a Country

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

The Writer’s World

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

Behind The Scene

“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