When it was too late in the day to go out; Then, I wore a suit, the buttons all holed, and Entering into the city emptied by night By electrical darkness, by fearful habit; Quickly the air came in my nostrils, cold and fresh And from every gutter were eerie noises announcing, those lowly creatures … Continue reading O City, O City!
When it was too late to go out; Then, arising from a day-long torpor, I wore a suit; the buttons all holed, and Entered into that city emptied by night, by electrical darkness, by fearful habit. Quickly the air came in my nostrils, cold and fresh And from every gutter were eerie noises, announcing those … Continue reading The Night Owl
From somewhere, anywhere, He foresaw his own death By water And he told me, And he swallowed what he foresaw, And the following impressions of his life Were without tint, raw So that his death by water Surely surprised him He wrote a few quatrains In one year, for The washing of the guilt, of … Continue reading Death by water.
Two strangers meet in a bar and one of them makes a startling confession to the other. “I have killed a man before”. The speaker, Chike, who had trained as a teacher, was presently a flourishing dealer in electrical goods. He was talking to a zesty looking young man who was a plumber. The two … Continue reading A night’s confession
Seems to me that if I was to look in hope Over my shoulders, I should see something of you, Even if darkly. But years ago you set off from my life You, of the fiery eyes and cropped hair You of the slender fingers And, if I must see you now It is only … Continue reading A Backward Glance
I often write short notes. These notes express my opinions on a miscellany of things. Why do I never try to post or publish any of these notes? I realize I am held back by two major reasons, two reasons which defy each other. The first of these reasons is that I have a tendency … Continue reading Notes of a Sunday Morning – He who will make his mark
I am a sentimental man. I have often come to tears at the conclusion of a movie or book in sympathy with the fate of the characters; I get agitated over the most trivial things, all in spite of myself, for I should rather imagine myself striking a dignified pose and wearing a resigned look. … Continue reading Little Man
A: one must lay down his defenses in the face of the truth. B: yes, yes, most certainly. But what is the truth? One afternoon, kasali, a journalist in a regional newspaper with a small circulation, felt a great stirring within himself. As a result of this he shut himself up in his rooms … Continue reading Kasali and the Nigerian novel of the Decade.