Was Ojukwu a power-hungry man who sought an empire of his own? What does history record about his role in Nigeria’s first coup?
You will leave me – Me and these two little boys you asked me to Mother for you, on that windy evening by the lake, as you knelt, holding up to me that simple bond Read More
Narrow to narrow, sitting on the verge by the track way, thinking of what the future has in stock: one of two things is certain; the good or the bad. Life has been cruel; so Read More
This war is a war of slavery, of bruised egos and insulted pride. This war posing as a war of unification, cloakin as a war against disintegration, is a total irony. This war with trademark charred remains, disembered ghouls and hunger-ravaged zombies dead-walking on spaghetti legs, is a crime. This war, civil yet with more civilian casualties, with more home dead in red cross camps than forest battlefields, is uncivili and barbaric. This war, a quarter-century later in the hideous maulings, vicious dissections and torchings by patriots and jihadists clasping qurans and chanting the greatness of God, Echoes again.
Hilly landscape down valley of depth green and grey The upheaval, the slope Steep down the mouth of Itunta Through narrow bridge A sleepy town This is cul del sac! The errand-boy before now Disappeared Read More
Everything occurred within one flashing second of eternity. In that frozen sequence of time, the ground in the yard behind Mardala was bursting open as a mortar bomb, whistling from a mile and half away Read More
From the past the present is born. The present is a reflection of the past. The old men of today were young boys of yesteryears, and the old women of yesteryears. These are the ancients, Read More
Chapter 1 Uju and Joe “A man has less conscience when in love than in any other condition.” Arthur Schopenhauer (1788 - 1860), German philosopher. My name is Uche Abdullahi, I know you wonder why the combination? My Read More
The Gospels of War, written in the mode of a first-person narrative, is an allegorical short story that illustrates, using respected symbols of two of Nigeria’s main religions, the untold damage that bigotry and Read More
When the war started, we were not perturbed. We have fought much tougher wars and have come out victorious. This we thought will not be an exception- It will soon be over. As far as Read More
You, The artillery of your anger Against the wall of their banter Arsenals of your mind Playing off their treachery Squabbles and strife Blood and hunger We, Into the belligerent days We’re birthed Read More
Have you ever watched a heavy stomach being ripped apart for its foetus Have you ever hid in a piggery To evade marauders at noon Have you ever looked murder in the face Attempting to Read More
I hear victims maimed and remained with stole peace say: peril is the unrest that prey on us like Hawk on un-victorious chick! I hear an old man say: death stole unchecked, and unnumbered souls Read More
The silence in the Arogun palace courtyard was deafening that morning as a clan of high level warriors and guards stood in rows facing their commander. Beside him stood the village war chief Arole and Read More
King Lisabi was having breakfast when the queen mother of Arogun entered his rooms. He had just dismissed attendants giving updates about the progress of things for his upcoming wedding to the Crown princess of Read More
Ikeagu who had spent three days on his journey, stood on the clay road that led to Umuagu. The last time he was in village was when he was five years old. This was the Read More