Read the first part here See, she did not break my heart. I am serious, she didn’t. Yes, I didn’t eat for some days, but that had nothing to do with her. I just didn’t have the appetite. For the whole week that she refused to speak to me or see me, I had … Continue reading Touch of Spite (2)
How absurd is the desire of a man? Who trades the gem he possesses to covet what is but half in value How confusing is the affection of a woman? Who loves you less the more you love her How foolish is the lass? Who, at the simplest of kind gestures, falls hopelessly … Continue reading Love Is Pain. Love Is Suffering
We have one God, Why are we seperated by faith? We have one blood Why are we seperated by race? We are like pawns Dancing to rhythms they orchestrate Victims of mob psychology Warped in psychological infantry Kill the infidels! They chant Unbelievers rot in hell! They preach Each claims the supremacy of his … Continue reading One God, one blood
The soil have treated me thus She is angry, all my efforts Are in vain Earth and water is at war with me. As if I have done the world great wrong On sharp thorns do I tread through This lonely journey. My feet bleed, just as my heart cries Out softly as I walk … Continue reading The Abadoned
I approached the coloured lady. Her face was well hidden behind a thick curtain of smoke which came from the cigarette dangling from her lips, making it quite difficult for me to make her features. She sat forward and peered at me with a bored expression. Somehow, she still managed to evade the full glare … Continue reading Amity In An Emerald City
Tenderness has now given up to brittleness. The lamb’s calm has now bowed low to the wolf’s howl, Surrendering in prostration To the one who’s shown to be the stronger. And so long the duel has been Between the two—of diametric extremes; One antagonising the other, Not one willing to capitulate to another. … Continue reading Turned Table
As I write this I am crying. My heart weeps along as the moon seeps through my hostel window. NEPA is not helping and the weather just adds to the whole frustration- very humid. I am weeping not because of that however, my heart bleeds made worst by what it experienced today. I am sorry … Continue reading My Tears…
Reading the first chapters of Myne Whitman’s second novel “A Love Rekindled” was tedious for me. And for the life of me, I couldn’t fathom why. Myne’s sentences were beautiful in their simplicity and the characters few enough for me to remember without flipping pages to catch my bearing. The back-stories that appeared in every … Continue reading A Love Rekindled: A review
This is not just a random thought because I find myself thinking about it every now and then. I grew up fantasying that I will marry my childhood friend. You know someone I “played” mummy and daddy with. We would lose touch and fate will bring us back together and chemistry will happen. This fantasy … Continue reading How is my (future) wife doing right now?
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The half moon looked like the smile of a Cheshire cat as it hung lazily in the sky. Philip stared up at it and smiled, then returned his attention to his diminishing dinner. Everything seemed beautiful these days, thanks to the scrumptious meals that had been blessing his palates for the last few months. As … Continue reading Lurking
For each girl mutilated In the name of tradition For each girl denied school And told she is not as smart as the boys For each girl who has acid thrown in her face On her way to class For each girl forced to marry in her teens A man old enough to be her … Continue reading For each Girl, For each Woman
The day was may 28 2011, the D-day for Uefa Championship finalé between Manchester United FC of England & Barcelona FC of Spain. From morning & through the day I was not myself, I surprised myself, I was someone else or rather I was me in a different body. I’m a United fan, but never … Continue reading May 28 - The Day Of The Devils And The Loners
You have been my safe refuge When torrent of rain pours You keep me safely You have been my love; My special joy You have been of much worth than life For isn’t life a bastard without love? You have been the tiny air I suck I embrace your every aura You have been my … Continue reading To My Sad Mistress
It was in this state that I came upon him this fateful morning, six bottles of Big Stout down and he was as mild as a saint, no frazzle about him. “Kpo o kpo okpo kpooo,” a racking cough assailed him. I took in the cigarette butts that were stubbed out on the ashtray … Continue reading At the Mercy of the Hangman (II)