Every day like freshly brewed coffee, Mahogany is rich, please not that smile, If I could measure the age of feelings Like God, I might have known you eons ago Perfection is a saintly attribute of gods, Mild, gentle, soft, flawless like sea waves, Now that distance separates us, You sit amongst your own, White … Continue reading Nostalgia
Every word that was written by me To you, as jest or news Was always made to fit the bars of my voice As it sings your beauty. This tender desperation beating In my chest, this swirling adour Crowding my heart is me Lost for words And making every heave of my breathe A … Continue reading Singing Your Beauty
This is the second in the series, you can read the first here . I grew up in a Christian home and my parents were staunch believers in the ‘spare the rod and spoil the child’ verse of the bible. In fact, no day goes by without the quotation of that verse by my mum … Continue reading Feelings of Nostalgia – My mama’s armoury
I’ll be doing a series on past events of my life that I remember with glee. You can join me on this journey. This is the first in the series… HOLIDAY IS COMING… This was the most inspiring song I ever learnt in my school days as a kid. If you schooled in Nigeria, then … Continue reading Feelings Of Nostalgia – Holiday Is Coming
A childhood memory of Christmas. It starts with the sun: the large red disc that appears at dusk up behind the houses and right atop the Fadama. The sun and then the smells: the scent of dust and bush fires and finally the aroma of fried meat and frying tomatoes. The sun assumed that colour … Continue reading And Christmas died in Minna
The music playing in the background sails gently into my ears, calming my tired nerves, making me stretch and yawn lazily on the settee on which I lie. I stare at the giant picture frame of my husband’s photograph hung on the wall. He donned his military attire, a big smile playing on his lips, … Continue reading The Lover
Christmas day has always been a tiring day. It was a day we didn’t come up for air till late in the evening when we had ensured that the last dish had been washed clean. Nobody went out on Christmas day except to church early in the morning; from dawn to dusk we cooked several … Continue reading In the Spirit of Christmas
NaijaStories.com is pleased to announce another online writing contest titled “The Christmas Nostalgia Project”. The purpose in running this particular contest is to encourage the writing of Narrative Non-fiction and also celebrate the season. While we love the massive increase in the number of fiction pieces submitted to the site, there is just something heartwarming … Continue reading The Naijastories Christmas Nostalgia Writing Contest
As is common with the tail end of movies, THE FINALE has a sprinkling of acknowledgements here and there. In it, you’ll find names of people I felt deserved to be recognised (either for good or otherwise). You may choose to imagine them scrolling from the bottom of your screen to the top. Yeah! Just like … Continue reading My Random Story III (The Finale)
I started school for the wrong reason. I wasn’t old enough to understand anything that was taught in the classroom. A neighbour’s older son was responsible for my premature enrolment. He would get dressed every morning and immediately storm our flat. His mission? He wanted to take baby to school. He made this an everyday … Continue reading Telling my story in 24 random bits (2)
I marked my birthday recently and my gift to the world then was this random chronicle of my life. In no particular order, I present to you twenty-four facts that shaped my life. I’ve arranged them in series for your reading pleasure. Enjoy! I came hard as nails. Ferocious, tight-faced, pulling on my umbilical cord as I heard the doc bark … Continue reading Telling my story in 24 random bits
I woke up to the sound of the cock crowing at dawn today. Thank God it’s Friday, I said out loud. As I was about to jump out of bed, my phone rang and I was wondering who could be calling me at that time of the morning. It was my father; he wanted to … Continue reading Reminiscing
Hail the school Hail the ocean that flows Ever and ever it flows Quenching the thirst of children Thirsty of knowledge with water of wisdom Here we read and rolled Here we learnt with laugh Here we were trained to be tall Here we learnt to love Here we were and won It looks like … Continue reading Hail The School
The ancient taxi pulled up alongside a dusty two-storey building with a sigh of relief. The door opened, and Joshua gingerly unwound himself from the confines of the cab. “Are you sure this is the place?” he asked the driver, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. “Na im, now. Shay na Alhaji Jimoh road … Continue reading The Return