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Mr Ant And  Mrs Mosquito Palaver

Mr Ant And Mrs Mosquito Palaver

Wetin my eyes see,my mouth nor fit talk. Oyinbo man go say “I was surprised”. My people, nor be everything wey eyes see,naim mouth dey talk. But this matter wey dey ground so, no be wetin mouth go keep quiet for. If I keep quiet even God go vex for me, yes He go vex … Continue reading Mr Ant And Mrs Mosquito Palaver

In His Shadows (2)

In His Shadows (2)

INT. EVENING. BEDROOM (Deola’s mother and father are arguing.. father prepares to leave the house) ALICE Why will you ignore my calls throughout the day? I called your office and your cell phone, but you didn’t respond.You didn’t even try to call back.Chris for Christ sake, you are my husband! Behave like it! CHRIS (continues … Continue reading In His Shadows (2)

Screen Play – In His Shadows (1)

FADE IN: INT. A SITTING ROOM-MORNING A well furnished sitting room.Big enough with basic requirements for a middle class apartment. Sinach’s All things are possible is playing on the background stereo. DEOLA …(dressed in secondary school uniform, she is miming the song) …Mum where did you keep my school bag? (shouts at the top of … Continue reading Screen Play – In His Shadows (1)

Sambisa on Fire

Fire lights up the sky in Sambisa The forest is agog with strange sounds Eerie,abashing the wild. Rabbits seek refuge with Alligators Termites befriend earthworms Tonight Sambisa rages still. Pandemonium, as modern chariots Devour natures tranquility A paradox of cocky peace As letters are dispatched across the prairie… Strangers are becoming friends Unholy alliances brewing … Continue reading Sambisa on Fire

Sambisa forest

The approaching footsteps thumps, Drawing dust to disturb the peace of nature Like enraged men in turmoil, warring against tranquility Bearing the wombs of the future on the guillotine of lush plains Sambisa forest,welcomes unwanted visitors into her serene ambiance In slavery procession under the watchful eyes of mother moon Tears trail the young wombs … Continue reading Sambisa forest

Indigenous and Traditional Adaptations in Contemporary African Fiction

African fiction is the socio-political, historical and cultural documentation of the experiences of the African people; it reflects and refracts the goings-on in the society, as it is functional and committed to the course of liberation from the shackles of neo-colonialism. African writers cannot be separated from these realities and thus, they use the whole … Continue reading Indigenous and Traditional Adaptations in Contemporary African Fiction

Beauty Is Not That Masquerade

Beauty is not that masquerade With enlarge nipples and extended eye lashes Strolling down the road in low waist on mount Everest shoes Beauty is not that masquerade In skirts revealing thighs and flaps Painting imageries everywhere Like a reader left to make up Many elaborate meanings In a book by our own W.S Leaving … Continue reading Beauty Is Not That Masquerade

Ouevre La Porte!

Exams and joy reached a nexus As graduation calls echoes; On the belfry of Everest Booming shimmering sounds… And like a roaring hurricane, Hope speaks from its cocoon After eternal punctuating waits… Marching towards Phillipa, Penkelemes suddenly unleashed… Ouevre la Porte…Ouevre la Porte But God still pass them all… Whether S.U’s or A.U’s Etudiantes or … Continue reading Ouevre La Porte!

Rat Palava (part 3)

Writers note: Please read the part 1 and 2 to follow the story. Food na for belle and belle na for food. If you no believe me go ask Mr. Paul wey fast for only one day,one day o, naim he begin hear e name. He begin tell people say dem dey call am. Who … Continue reading Rat Palava (part 3)

Rat Palava  (Part 2)

Rat Palava (Part 2)

As if wetin I hear for phone neva do, wetin I hear for inside the bus wey carry me reach the bustop wey near my house, no be wetin my mouth fit talk finish. But I go try talk am, after all, person wey electric shock still get mouth take shout. Make una help me … Continue reading Rat Palava (Part 2)

Rat Palava

For our house we dey chop well-well,we dey chop. God don butter our bread, come sugar our tea.He don bless us so much with food sote all the domestic and international animals wey dey our house dey form Mofasa. Make you for take know say I nor dey lie, the rats wey dey our compound … Continue reading Rat Palava

She Loves to Fall in Love

She loves to fall in love Emoting it aplenty on edge Every trouser a typical potential Terminating any seed planted within She loves to fall in love With beauty and glamour Friends and company inspire revelry Every night with a lurking man Those sighs register memories unfeigned She loves to fall in love The married,widower … Continue reading She Loves to Fall in Love

Sacrificing theme for style: A review of Ben Okri’s Starbook

Sacrificing theme for style: A review of Ben Okri’s Starbook

Reading Ben Okri’s Starbook (2007), one is refreshed and excited not just because of the plot but the courageous plunge into the unconventional, a style that confounds lay readers. A postmodernist writer par distinction, Ben Okri breeds and nurtures an approach to fiction writing that only those who seek what is beyond just the story, … Continue reading Sacrificing theme for style: A review of Ben Okri’s Starbook