Para la familia de Jamiu. From the depths of woman’s desolation, echoes a scream. Tears like rain, fall from puffy red-rimmed eyes through cheek-stream To drench the ground where you lie, locked in dust with a dead dream. Weight borne in a she-tomb filled with life beats, your gift; silence. Frail visitor to this man-palace, … Continue reading A Cavatina for Mother
I hear her wary steps in the dark; a strike from her makes me hot, then she drops me and makes her way to a corner of the shanty that is home to her and the baby, while I watch with fiery eyes. In the corner lies a pink plastic bath for children and she … Continue reading Voyeur: In the Light.
Virgin; it was given on a platter pulsing with hope, nothing else did matter save the reply one sought to hear. Maybe held promise – yes was best, and no never flirted with the thoughts, but it came wrapped in a blatancy that hurt and stripped the heart of its true colour. Picked from whence … Continue reading Virgin
He had gotten a call from her; she wanted to see him. After 14years of silence, it had been an obligation to meet with her. Age had treated her well but her eyes told a different story. They were twin pools, filled with sadness that threatened to draw him in. Her eyes were the first … Continue reading Redemption.
Wale sat in Mama Sikira’s buka as he awaited his order- bitter leaf soup and two wraps of amala, a bottle of cold stout stood open on his table. He had come straight to Mama Sikira’s when he started feeling dizzy, and remembered that he hadn’t eaten before he smoked ‘igbo’ with his guys. He … Continue reading Coincidental?
Dearest Mikki, I still remember the day you came. The doorbell rang – two short rings and a longer one, I rushed down the stairs with a ready hug for daddy. I flung myself at him and he lifted me up and planted a kiss on my lips before putting me down. It was then … Continue reading To a Brother, with Love