*** I used to love dogs, but I’m an ailurophile now. When I say “I used to love dogs”, I mean- from the Chihuahuas, Poodles and Pugs totted around by Hollywood celebrities in movies and red-carpet events, to the giant Alsatian my friend Kuby Uyanga keeps in his house (that dog consumes a carton of … Continue reading When Dogs bark [A Dairy of an ailurophile]
Oozing sweat Hands dripping Stealthy walk Its the dance of fear We’ve all felt this way before When our stomach ached inside And our spirit hang between our teeth and our shadow scares itself to death With eyes open wide And heads turning on its hinges As if a stalker is by our back. The … Continue reading Walk In The Night
The night dreads quiet. While everything else sleeps The little lit worms make colours and whispers that thrills the spoilt night. The night fears sleep In its near slumber everything else awakes, Still bodies as watchers make melodies that thrills the spoilt night. The night’s never alone If everything else malice keep the wind, trees … Continue reading To a “Spoilt” Night
The reason we all paint The season never right The moment always there Only you can tell Acceptance is a dirty business Paid in full Souls without receipts Creativity seeking an artist The curse that follows Submerged in our deepest regret Love swims well Somehow, Never hiding, always in front
a story of a young boy abducted from his home in the village and the conflicts that arise in captivity. The moon has punctured A hole in the blank night sky. She peeps out envious: Love-struck frogs are croaking loud Symphonies around the pond. — Moon **** On the night it began, there … Continue reading Moonlit Clearing
The teenage girl hid under the bushes; crouched, oblivious of the thorns that scratched and bruised her, her heart thumped hard with each passing second. Glancing around, she did, occasionally; to be sure she was in no danger. The rustling of leaves, as well as the chirping of crickets could be heard from the trees … Continue reading The Hunted
By Ochuko Tonukari I have come again Through the rivers that meet I have sailed through ancient times Into the belly of the bluest fountains I have found the womb of midnight In the dreamlike pathway of divine ages Somewhere through wilderness’ memories In the morning of another incarnation A voice from distant lands foretold my destiny … Continue reading Mother of Alchemy
With an air of a destination in mind, I faded into the night with my touch light handy for easy movement through the darkness; but the darkness itself was so thick that even my touch light met no match in making out a reflection from the night. The moon had not shown its face, and … Continue reading A Walk in the Night
“Kakuri United!” bawls the stony faced conductor bottling a day’s worth of fatigue; preparing the way, for the looming surge of tired humans, anxious to get home to a meal, a bath and a much deserved sleep. “Barnawa Narayi!” The oral orifice of a young teenage conductor explodes this phrase not imploringly but aggressively. … Continue reading Ahmadu Bello Way at 9pm
It is not all bad with the night.
Yes, men with evil hearts prowl in darkness seeking their prey,
With their instrument of pain they cause havoc.
At dawn, bad news shall be on their trail.
With arms wrapped across the breasts, men discuss, after the night.