Religion Untaught; Part 1 Wikipedia says religion is a collection of cultural systems, belief systems and world views that establishes symbols that relate humanity to spirituality and sometimes moral values. Some religion are a collection of myths while some are just pagan in nature. Religion is said to be a collection of beliefs concerning the … Continue reading Life Untaught: Non-Fiction
Book Title: DARE TO LIVE YOUR PASSION Author: ALEXGREAT AKHIGBE Pages: 128 Chapters: Six Foreword by: STEVE HARRIS Published by: Passion House Printed by: Benco Color Media Ltd. Book Reviewer: IFEANYI ENOCH ONUOHA This book – DARE TO LIVE YOUR PASSION, is passionately written by Alexgreat Akhigbe to help you discover, release and maximize your … Continue reading Dare To Live Your Passion By Alexgreat Akhigbe
‘Just a Poet’, a poetry club at FUNAAB recorded a spoken word poetry: The Lost Youth. This was my part. Oh ye silly! Come forth and have a seat Open your seemingly open ears and activate your dormant senses Stop running around like a carnivorous animal’s feast; Running endlessly, really chasing nothing, But unconscious of … Continue reading The Lost Youth
My best friend died of sickle cell anaemia. She was a slim and delicate thing, fair skinned and seeming to emit light from her very pores. She was always cold and loved to bask in the sun like a strange yellow lizard, closing her eyes and turning her face up to its warm caress. She … Continue reading The Tale of Moon and Sun
He kicked the stray dog that lay across his path, the dog jumped up whimpering and confused as it watched its attacker flee, Lucky leapt across the pool of muddy water with the agility a veteran athlete would be proud of. His long legs kept on running covering the earth in large bounds. He dared … Continue reading Wasted
The crickets chirped, the frogs croaked, the night was alive, nature’s eerie wind passed over the corn rows behind the barn, and they joined the nocturnal chorus. Though half asleep, Ashake was a part of their fellowship. Her heart tuned to every sound even as her mind churned in a whirlwind of roaring thoughts. She … Continue reading Shattered
“Tell me how sweet it is…” These were the first words I remember her say to me and I remember looking up at her thinking, is she speaking to me? This was back in 1980, some 30 odd years ago when I met my friend Amina, our second year in secondary school. Friendships are legendary, … Continue reading Tell Me How Sweet It Is…
It took me exactly thirty three days to know I was pregnant. Up until then, we still maintained contact by phone. But the day I discovered I was pregnant and told him was the last time his number went through. My life came crashing like a badly-arranged storey of electronics at Alaba market. It was … Continue reading Memories of a Ghost (2)
I thanked her profusely for the beverage and a few sips later, I was feeling right and dandy, the cold seeping out of my bones. After draining the entire cup but wishing I could have another, but not wanting to be too forward nor take her hospitality for granted, I approached her desk and properly … Continue reading E go better (3 of 3)
For this review I choose not to call El-Nukoya’s work a novel; there is nothing novel about it (after taking into cognizance the fact that literally speaking novel means a new story), tales like this have been told before, but this is……. Novelist and critic William Dean Howells expressed in theory and practise of philosophy … Continue reading Book Review- Nine Lives by El-Nukoya
The information age was projected to reduce workload hence create more time but the opposite is happening. Technology has created a virtual reality of what isn’t there at all. The industrial age was escorted out with the introduction of machines which were projected to ease and shed some work hours off, hence creating more time … Continue reading Info age…Good cause or curse?
Kaizo slammed a chunk of balled fist on the counter raising a thin cloud of dust in the process startling the elderly Officer Okoro who passed out some odorless gas from his anal port. The younger Officer, Osamu sneezed and blinked, looking up at the six foot plus figure of Kaizo.
Both officers just blinked and looked at the heaving hulk of a figure before them. Officer Okoro decided he was getting too old for these energetic youth of today. On the radio, the Jamaican reggae artiste, Culture, sang,
“..and if you fight against the youth man of today, blood a go run…”