I met my godfather not long ago The 12th of May is when i think it was A churchgoing morning, the day he picked me Only to drop me three months later I know I could be difficult But, I also know that isn’t why He let me know he fathered another And a week … Continue reading Godfather
The most apt metaphor to describe My beautiful country, Nigeria, is darkness. Black is beautiful, as our complexions are dark. It is so dark in here because there is no light. It is the kind of darkness that defies court orders; It will break the laws of Physics or any other law. Decades ago, because … Continue reading Power Failure
For a human to die its just a twinkle of an eye.
An eye for an eye makes the world go blind.
We run for our life as we are killed by our very own.
We are back to history when brother kill’s brother like cane and Abel.
We are men in black without suit and tie, so is our strength hidden in dark.
But we have sold our right like isaw and Jacob for a mear plate of rice.
Like a biblical prophecy our neighbouring brothers has forsaken us.
Xenophobia has become our way of life.
Mama Africa, the mother of all blacks, the rainbow nation has spilled our blood.
Your giant hunger for war to cleanse your land.
The song of vengeance play in our hearts.
The weapon of battle receives strength in the hands of our warrior.
Mama, once again the labour of our heroes now burns with the bodies of your children, with our blood as fuel.
We count the bodies of our people like a king counts his wealth.
Mama, your giant has been stabbed and your well is filled with our blood.
The sun has shut it’s light, for the night is angry, shouting at the borders of Africa the heart of we black it’s bleaching white.
At the dawn of the new moon, the loud whisper rings it’s endless bells in my imaginations, whilst calmly I lay me down on a ship wreck behind the walls of my thoughts. With my teeth at war with each other, loudly came the word; CHANGE, the voice I heard in my veins when I … Continue reading The Name CHANGE
Night and day walk like the waves as life runs endlessly in the pity of the Godhead. Like the scales we are joined to protect our culture, yet our strength is weakened by our love for Mammon. How then shall we call the spade a spade when our intellect is chastised by our love for … Continue reading The Black Race
When she waved, I saw Those agile hands, That refused to plead for a place. But laboured to earn every kobo f her fort Calloused, but beautiful Those warm loving hands, That didn’t hush the little girl, Or to snatch the pestle from her brother, And walked them through life nd learning. Calloused, but beautiful … Continue reading Calloused but Beautiful
He called my name.From, a long distance. I overheard and turned back. To see who it was. I could not recognize the face. I placed my hand on chest. To asked and know if he was calling me. He nodded his head in affirmation. So, I waited for him. He walked briskly over where I’m. … Continue reading Change: another of its kind.
When the moon is lucent up in the sky, I yen for a long lasting talk which I could not behold your lips flapping endlessly at my presence. I cuddle the air in your absence as I walk strangely at the dawn of the morning when I heard the words like syringe injected into my … Continue reading Pains of Sweet Memories II
Hello Dear Readers, sorry, sorry, sorry. It took a long while, I bet you missed me as much as I did. It feels really good to be back again, but this time as dimmastories. So let’s enjoy the ride Episode 5 Two days later, Boma was with Anny in the students food café. She was … Continue reading The One Friend
Madarame takes his pen to write, he still has mixed feelings. Earlier that morning he had met a roadside beggar, an elderly man with hands the size of a well. When he stretched them forth it didn’t look like he was asking, it looked like he wanted to collect what he had given, like a … Continue reading Today I’ll Find Tomorrow
Nigeria a land of promises, a land of golds and diamonds, a land where being successful means being wealthy, a land where being successful have many pals and families Nigeria a land of talents, a land of opportunities, a land for the rich, a land for the strong. Welcome to the land of hustle.
An interview By Darlington Chukwunyere Chima Igbokwe was keen to talk about his nine year old movie project “Not So Long a Letter”. Not so long a Letter is a movie written, designed and directed by Chima Igbokwe. This “baby” took him a whooping nine years to nurse, and from the look of things, Not … Continue reading Not So Long A Letter (the movie)
I don’t write love poems, but I can make the love a poem just to see your glittering dazzling eyes changing lanes like the car on the highway. Swimming the oceans, I crossed the waves just to notice you at the shore playing chess in a winless row. I thought I could tell the sky … Continue reading Pains of Sweet Memories
THE EXAM EVE CHAPTER ONE Stressed out, but determined to get the last thirty-two paged of the Analytical chemistry, CHM 413 handout into his ailing brain, Tunde got up for the first time in the last four hours to make himself a cup of coffee. Not that he is a coffee person, but anything to … Continue reading The Exam Eve
Time flies, moments swindles our Intellect to bring the best out of us. we ponder and we yield to it without grief, but with determination and courage to tear the pages and set a record of new history. With a profound gratitude, my thanks are always expressed in excitement as my teachers encoded their best … Continue reading Valedictory Speech