Imagine those American kids on Youtube Really meant it when they sang ‘I want to be a Nigerian so freaking bad’ Cos Bruno Mars now lives in Yola. Imagine those bomb blasts were actually Read More
Oct 022011
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Sep 222011
Just when we thought The carnival was over We heard stomps throughout That made warriors quiver *** The khaki boys ploughed and ripped fort Tearing down all that peace could render Gigantic loots. None questioned Read More
Sep 192011
Using “Olokun”, “Casualties”, “Night rain”, “The Sun on this Rubble” and “In the friendly dark” African literature with its themes and structural form has evolved over the years from its oral form of moonlight stories, Read More
Aug 192011
You! stoic slaver in whose rack the youths of Naija do labour in vain. You: Beast! That sips from lambs blood and feigns deaf ears to the punches of hunger drumming on the walls of Read More
Aug 192011
I was reading the papers the other day and I found it just impossible to avoid or ignore all the election excitement that had so razed the country. From page one to the last, it Read More
Aug 072011
The Gong in her mezzo-soprano, modulated, sang on and cried in the endless flogging. The Bongo’s neck loosened in the unbroken slaps. Many hated their farms for a brother’s affair. The spectators? The Arena? Read More
Jul 232011
Over caged, now citizen of rage ragged like an ancestral spirit in a finger-biting demo He stood; angry skeleton of a young man For this is the face of a Naija youth Transmogrified by Read More
Jul 152011
On July 6 1967, the guns of the Nigerian army opened up in Garkem near Ogoja in present-day Cross Rivers State in the secessionist enclave of Biafra. That military activity, otherwise described as a ‘police Read More
Jul 122011
She spurts out Flickers of dust, which Spirals downwards from cosmos gate, With an insignia of blistering beauty. Her lust for black gold Like a lion lust for a prey, Smears the desert land Read More
Jul 072011
Life is but a journey, yea We all know that. But, a journey to where No one knows that. Here at a cross road No directions as to which way is best North, South, East Read More
Jun 232011
During one of my many journeys around the internet, I came across the article below. The article is a bit dated but I feel the issues it raises/addresses, are still relevant in 2011 as they Read More
Apr 282011
“They will not kill my child!” she shouted. Hot blood wrestled in the hands of Ebele as she drove the wheels beyond speed limits. The call from Ajoke had jolted her from the office. Last Read More
Apr 252011
If there was anything Aliyu Kazama loved as much as he loved power, it was a tasty vagina. For him women were meant to be conquered and the art and act of conquering them thrilled Read More
Apr 222011
When we gather to hear their stereo-type joke, cheap talk of political drama and exhobitant display of charismatic influence. They were stereo-type jokes that every folk agreed because we’ll drank a spell that nothing could Read More
Apr 062011
Dear Governor, Elections are here again and I plan to re-elect you. You were not my man in the last elections but I voted for you anyway because I just didn’t want the umbrella brigade Read More
Apr 022011
we have us only hope as friend and when he dies, then comes the end they’ve come again to spit their words our self-crowned gold Lords what have we not heard are we not the Read More
Apr 012011
The Race Begins Again… they have come again to the track familiar faces awaiting the pistol crack and he that gets there first shall soon have a puffed up chest
Mar 272011
My son’s image looms large as I watch the political campaign on my black and white TV. Sadly, I do not feel my allegiance to him is strong enough to risk empowering him in such Read More
Mar 262011
Bayo sank tiredly into the sofa in his bed-sitter. Thank God my break starts tomorrow, he thought. If the management of the plant where he worked had not so designed things that workers went on Read More
Mar 192011
Their big grammar scatters my brain “Emancipation, Rehabilitation Transparency, Fruitful democracy” My poor head reels from grammar bombs, but “Chop, I Chop,” I understand so I cast my vote, my liberty.