Each time I try to do it right, I fail myself. I’ve tried all I could but I keep getting it wrong. The other day, someone’s comment on my wall made me want to give up writing but I told myself I would write again and again and again but I keep failng and failing … Continue reading Writing Is Not For Little Children
Although countless Bible scholars as well as critics accept the birth and death of Jesus Christ as two uncontested facts about his earthly life, the same cannot be said about his supposed date of birth, something almost every expert have practically discarded. Today’s Christians as well tend to agree with the idea that Jesus … Continue reading Season’s Greetings II: The Most Significant Birth In History
Betrayal, they say, is like the snake’s venom. First comes the excruciating pain, then the swelling but even that is not the problem. The problem is the venom slowly traversing through your bloodstream making each breathe a struggle, ravaging your organs till you wind up dead. That is what betrayal does to you; the only … Continue reading Silent Storm
THE MYSTERIES IN WRITING Sometimes you don’t even know how to explain what you have written. You look at yourself after reading what you have written and ask yourself if truly you were the one that wrote it. Sometimes you proffers solutions to some issues and problems and the other times, you leave those problems … Continue reading The Mysteries In Writing
” whatever makes you happy makes me happy” I said I’m my usual attempt to please her. I go as far as apologising even for little things that are nor my fault.I never disagreed with her no matter her irritating nagging attitude .I dread conflict at all cost while she was very quick to express … Continue reading Shock Absorber
What really prompt me to volunteer as a delegate to witness the burial of our mate was not really known to me until I went to Opume community, the origin and burial place of the body of our brother and friend. The night before the day I volunteered, saw myself at the burial ceremony … Continue reading My Visit To Opume in Bayelsa
WEARING MY FATHER’S THOUGHTS ABOUT TRADITION AND CULTURE OF MY PEOPLE. Growing up, I saw no shrine in my father’s compound. I saw no native doctor or any thing fetish in our family compound in Nkporo. But the worst of it all was that I didn’t see him in the church until his death in … Continue reading Wearing My Father’s Thoughts About Tradition And Cultures of My People.
At this time, the fruits beseeched the rainy days, because their leaves have become weary of the wind that howled at night. As the night was creeping on the ground, the leaves waved in the wind and the thunder grumbled like an old man. It became clear that I can afford the sun that glared … Continue reading Weary of the Wind
Aunty Ronke smiled to herself, an explicit urge in her, a certain kind of feeling, dangerous. Not really common but not rare either. A burning thirst yelling to be quenched, she walked slowly towards her room, as she unveiled the laced cotton her beyond, somewhat dangerous, silence filled the room. Timi looked up, to find … Continue reading Little Timi (The Story In My Head)
Photo credit: canva Driving down the dusty road under the scorching November sun was not really a trip I had foreseen myself making. I wiped off the perspiration from my face for the umpteenth time and sighed tiredly still trying to understand how I had let my fiancée, Chisom, talk me into travelling to Enugu … Continue reading Speechless
Last year, I wrote a series of articles tagged ‘Christmas Specials’ which ran through the four Sundays of December, 2017. My intention then, as it is now, is to shed some light on Christmas, the central figure we celebrate annually, and us. But before all that, I’d like to offer my sincere apologies to my … Continue reading Season’s Greetings I: Echoes Of Ancient Scrolls.
The Radical Christian Pope francis once described Jesus as a radical. I wondered why the religious leader would use a word associated with violence and terrorism ,as I thought for Jesus.I quickly checked the dictionary where I discovered a radical is one who advocate for change. I had portrayed. Jesus as a nice, gentle ,quiet … Continue reading Would Jesus have condemned Daddy Freeze?
IF TOMORROW NEVER COMES Tell mother how much I love her. Tell father that he is the best father the world has ever produced. He is a lion, a brave heart, a new wave of greatness in an African heart. Tell little Uche that his smile would last forever in my heart. We can’t answers … Continue reading If Tomorrow Never Comes
THE STORY IN MY HEAD (The Man Sitting In Your Front) He’s not a human being – No, he is less of that He might’ve been the one through whose sperm I permeated into my mother’s vagina But would you believe me if I told you that he deflowered his product? And tags it a … Continue reading The Story In My Head (THE MAN SITTING IN YOUR FRONT)
My heart beat slowly But I waited. Alas the outcome came The heart missed multiple beats. Tears unable to flow this time Words can’t describe. Persevering mind shattered Months of sleepless night in vain. Does hardworking not pay again? Does God not answer prayers anymore? All these questions I pondered As I walk away in … Continue reading The Saddest Moment