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How To Die In A Protest

HOW TO DIE IN A PROTEST It’s a protest… And must not start across the bridge from Onitsha Assembling at Aba Road is equally good location. The crowd must not be violent or mammoth A peaceful march with banners produces same results. Move not like a mob, but with metered paces Gather not in odd, … Continue reading How To Die In A Protest

13 VERSES OF JULY (a Poetic Memior for Wole Soyinka)

For Sir Wole Soyinka on his birthday: I.) Tell us who he is not For who he is- we already know: Of plays and letters The poet, the laureate; Chief Baroka, the cunning old Lion Ake and the Black Orpheus. II.) Tell not of confinements nor trials Of brother Jero: Lagos ’67 or Kaduna ’79 … Continue reading 13 VERSES OF JULY (a Poetic Memior for Wole Soyinka)

THE MADMAN’S RECOMPENSE (Part Three)

29th August, 2014 Kaduna, Northern Nigeria. The heat of the day couldn’t faze him, neither could the anticipation of attacks by extremists- which were common on these northern roads nor even death. Uyo was on Eneh’s mind. From Uyo- after he had spent few days with family and discussed the recent happenings concerning Toby, he … Continue reading THE MADMAN’S RECOMPENSE (Part Three)

THE MADMAN’S RECOMPENSE (Part Two)

As Eneh drove away from the school toward his workplace that morning, he kept wondering about the revelations. He recalled that morning, eight years ago, when Toby was handed over to him. The boy was barely four years old then. They had moved to Lagos and lived together even before he secured a job as … Continue reading THE MADMAN’S RECOMPENSE (Part Two)

THE MADMAN’S RECOMPENSE (Part One)

26th August, 2014. Lagos, Western Nigeria. It was early Tuesday morning in mad-traffic Lagos. Eneh was racing off the Third Mainland Bridge for Obalende in Lagos Island. Sprawled on the bridge ahead of him was a parade of cars caught in the traffic jam. An announcement on Rhythm 96.5 fm had earlier warned about that … Continue reading THE MADMAN’S RECOMPENSE (Part One)

Dead Poems

A poem died Somewhere between yesterday and last week “You do not mourn for dead things”, Granpa said “Don’t threaten to follow the corpse to its grave… For if allowed, you true intent will be disgraced” So, I let all of it lie Entrails trailing over the rails of evening walks A line lost in … Continue reading Dead Poems

MOTEL BLUES [Episode I]

MOTEL BLUES (part One) *** “I go marry next year”, Bella said in her fabulous pidgin as she busied by the dressing mirror. I froze as her words hit me. She instinctively turned my way and continued. “I don dey old for hia. I no for tell anoda babe, buh you be my padi. I … Continue reading MOTEL BLUES [Episode I]

Journey Of The Crooked Path

JOURNEY OF THE CROOKED PATHS In the southern ibid tale There is tinder like flax That neither leaves the hearth cold Nor cooks the broth, as told. The bamboo said “straight is the path” So I sailed straight into your face And was betrayed by smiles That gleams and beckons to the flash But seldom … Continue reading Journey Of The Crooked Path

St. Valentine’s Cycle

THE VALENTINE’S DAY CYCLE First thing on 14th February, every year – on Whatsapp, BBM, facebook and Twitter – guys will post display pictures of ladies different from the ones they posted on the same date, the previous year and which they do not intend to post next year. Later in the day, the real … Continue reading St. Valentine’s Cycle