In the middle of the night, In a twenty-first century world As I walk home from a delayed party Came these three women They sat on broom sticks But if they stood in the air They would fly freely GIVE US YOUR LUCK, they said IT IS SO STRONG AND WE ENVY IT I chuckle … Continue reading Witches and We
Chapter 1 – A HEAD TOO SMALL Looking at the giant gate of the Akeredolus’- with his head too small to house wisdom and a mouth that was big enough to swallow the world – Ayodeji could tell that something was not right in the big compound of the gigantic house. The gate was unusually … Continue reading The Afternoon Sacrifice (1 of 2)
Our Sunday morning began with Papa Ubong chasing little Ubong out of their little hut with a machete. He threatened to cut the little girl to pieces if she ever stepped foot into his hut or compound ever again. Mama Ubong stood helplessly watching her husband whom she honoured and respected chase her daughter Ubong … Continue reading Witch Child…
Tribute to the Iyas Iyas, I greet you. Horrible vultures gathering in the dead of the night. One-eyed monsters who see clearer than those with two; Lovers of the dark; they have no use for the light. Iyas, I pay homage, Mothers whose silent whispers send men of courage into hiding, With boundless energy, not … Continue reading Tribute to the Iyas
It is harder to find an African who has no witch waiting for him at the threshold of success, in the dark privacy of his room, or elsewhere at all, than it is to find water in the Sahara. In the opinion of many, there is no point questioning the existence of witches. We have … Continue reading I Say Let The Witches Be.
I did not choose to be a witch, it was passed down to me by my grandmother on her dying bed, apparently generations of my family were witches and my dearest mother is one too. 10th July 1993 My grandmother was on her death bed. She was once beautiful, Layla, which means night in Arabic … Continue reading Queen of the Night