It is Christmas in the heart that puts Christmas in the air. – W.T. Ellis The past few months had been hard for Gideon Ayomide, he had cooked his home cold. He made the house so boiled that it agreed with the … Continue reading WHAT YOU WISH FOR or something like that
The Season Everyday ought to be a day of love. Yea, genuine love! But there are seasons, Yea good reasons for the seasons Some based on weather, Yea good and bad weather! Some based on festivals, Yea memorable festivals! And one of such is Christmas, Yea, kids look forward to Xmas! That is just more … Continue reading The Season
In the long harmattan days of December, Our lips cracked like ripe walnuts Ruth travelled with me crosscountry – Ruth of the green eyes and open legs – We rode down expressways Fuelled on the blightness of our words. She stuck her neck out the window Left a trace of her scent across the hamlets We drove … Continue reading That Season Named Love
I have desired to tour the path of Spring, Not for any love aside love of my broods. Call me selfish, so long it’s not my clan‘s string. I’ll be accommodating to each guest’s ring, Let their guitar,… their drumbeat but to my herds. I have desired to tour the path of Spring. … Continue reading The Path of Spring
A childhood memory of Christmas. It starts with the sun: the large red disc that appears at dusk up behind the houses and right atop the Fadama. The sun and then the smells: the scent of dust and bush fires and finally the aroma of fried meat and frying tomatoes. The sun assumed that colour … Continue reading And Christmas died in Minna