That poem has not been written. The poem that will classify me. The poem that will release me. The poem that will vindicate me. It is yet to be written. On the day it will be written; lions will bray, goats will moo, sheep will cry, cattle will roar, dogs will crow, horses … Continue reading I’ll stop screaming
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The soft earth bulged, shuddered and rose until it broke out in cracks, breaking into clumps of damp soil. Through its cracks seeped a fetid stench that coloured even the night’s air with sallow wisps. What seemed like hands pushed through the seeping sore on the ground, pulling along a malformed dark mass that … Continue reading Yayabe and the Child - Part 1
In exchange for his previous salary and quarter of their savings, he and his wife were now the proud owners of two tote bags, a pair of slippers, a tank top, two vials containing scented water and a pair of sunglasses. Louis Vuitton, Valentino, Chanel, Prada, Gucci- code names for daylight robbery. He was going … Continue reading The Devil You Know
For a moment, Adaku was oblivious to her surroundings. She thrashed her hands around, grasping for something. She felt wetted with some liquid. She was able to grab a piece of cloth and quickly brought it to her eyes. She wiped off the liquid that was now dripping down her face. The liquid dribbled into … Continue reading Solitary Road 4
KEMI “Some folks are crazy. I mean seriously…did you see what that guy displayed in court? He lied under oath! It was so obvious! How could Judge Burton not see it?” I said as I exited the car. “Judge Burton is a seventy year old judge who chooses to see what he wants to see. … Continue reading Betrayals and Funerals - 23
I can’t remember when I first met Lawrence but I am sure it was when we were both Jambites and were in the same faculty - Faculty of Arts. We had to take some general courses together in first year and sometimes sat near each other during lectures at the Large Lecture Theatre (LLT). Somehow, … Continue reading The Saddest Word
The sky was cloudy and the atmostphere damp. The laterite ground was slippery, making manoeuvre bungling, except an experienced grown up who had mastered the situation each time it rained could walk through the red earth. The memories of the civil war still lingered, being a side that had gone through the conflict, was trying … Continue reading And Ndu set forth… - 1
Atm I run the show Anywhere that I go My flows make the world whole A bridge for the broken hearted hole I stay ahead of my time I have excess ever before I need a dime My drive for life To remain ahead of life Is to stay hungry, stay foolish Where am I … Continue reading Stay Hungry! Stay Foolish!!
There was once a pastor otherwise called a counselor he was a very holy person and never for once missed a day’s blessing he had a very big bible which he always read out in the temple to both the honest and the thieves, the the poor and high chiefs. For his good deeds and … Continue reading The Pastor
IT’S A ONE WORD SHE stepped into class that morning and the first thing she released to the class was “hope you are enjoyed your holidays”. This was the first among series of ear assaults we were to receive and we instantly knew something was not in place, or more was in place. We knew … Continue reading It’s a One Word 1
In the bus traveling to Abuja, Ghenero could not relax the way she used to do on her usual trips. Her aunt had been alarmed at catching her with the white powdery substance. She had said.’ So you are now as big as this, so you are now a coke dealer. You will be solely … Continue reading Cornflakes (Part Three)
Stung from recumbence, By the obvious vicissitudes, Beheld by my eyes; tales unexpected: Heralding trembling, great trepidation, I took to my heels – The things that my heart has heard; So now to scribe in gold. Then I thought, then I reflected, Life! Oh Life! What is in thee? That - Today we are, tomorrow … Continue reading A Viator’s Rhapsody
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High walls, and armed men Issuing out commands, Armed men whose heart are cold. We, like prisoners on white, and Under spell, blinded by dedication, Sauntering here and there Haunted by the voices that command And the trumpet that wakes us. Darkness became our companion, Men sleep-running, Boys stumbling and fumbling. And the girls: Many … Continue reading Under the Sun Or In The Rain