Madarame takes his pen to write, he still has mixed feelings. Earlier that morning he had met a roadside beggar, an elderly man with hands the size of a well. When he stretched them forth it didn’t look like he was asking, it looked like he wanted to collect what he had given, like a … Continue reading Today I’ll Find Tomorrow
Were the sky an egg, the sun would be its yolk Were it an artwork, the painter will be God If rain was virgin silver escaping from heaven’s treasure house Men would line up in their numbers to be the first to be drenched If earth was a building of precious stones Wouldn’t you … Continue reading Know Your Place
In trepidation You approach your future Flapping your wings Against the wind of life Like a bird with wounded wings You try to soar high above Into the atmosphere of life How can you sow without a seed? How can you drive without Petrol? How can you swim against the tide? These you must achieve … Continue reading Hopeless Hopes
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
The rot and decadence in the Nigerian Police is devastating. I don’t even know If they cause more harm than good. They’ve proved themselves to b a tool of intimidation in the hands of the rich. Their actions always portray that they are out for hire to the highest bidder. I don’t know about other … Continue reading “Is Nigerian Police Really Your Friend?”
Her face, smooth as a mirror, Clear like a cloudless sky, Calm like an undisturbed pool Reflects a beauty unrivalled Smiles were her adorning spice From her pinkish-red lips it flowed Succulent like Strawberry and Cherry Creating a ripple of joy there-in Then came the spikes of scorn Rearing up their ugly heads Like thorns … Continue reading Jealous Spikes
What is money without peace? Yes! We want to be wealthy. Now we are endlessly wealthy. But we are scared of nothing. We are scared of the thieves at night, And of the pointed fingers at daylight. What is money without happiness? Yes! We want good wealth. But there is no good health. Where are … Continue reading What Is Money?
To the songs of the birds To the swooshing of the wind To the eerie cricket call at night Listen !!! When you wake up in the morning To the silence of your heart To your conscience before you act Listen !!! To the coldness of the weather To the colors of the flowers To … Continue reading Listen !!!
A son of the repudiated brother Was given the mantle of leadership He tried to pacify his brothers But that, cost him his life Fourty-five years later A Descendant of the repudiated Became saddled with the Crown This time, by Divine Providence He also tried to placate his brothers He even abandoned his nuclear family … Continue reading The Neglect Of History
When you’re alone, You either Think or talk, Cry or laugh, Fart or Jump, Play or work, Pray or cook, Look in The mirror, Sing or dance, Eat or drink, Read or write, Drift or plan, Ponder or wonder, Rest or sleep, Be yourself, What I mean? Your real, true-self. You can do all these … Continue reading When You’re Alone
The road you choose to follow Determines the destination you arrive, The destination you arrive at, Is dependent on the choices you made While walking through the road The road could be straight and calm Like an Olympic-sized swimming pool Or turbulent like the waves of The Ocean on a stormy day. The road … Continue reading The Road
The drum of Injustice reverberates and resonates throughout our discordant, polygamy of a forced fusion. Our Leaders obsequiously hijack our collective heritage. Their perpetual obscurantism keep us in a motionless cycle The relay race of nationhood has been turned to a marathon. Partners of youthful blood are in Oblivion in the relay race. The liquid … Continue reading “Friendly Foes”
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
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 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.