They ushered me into the Director’s office. Dr Joel Ibrahim. The first thing that hit my nose was the faint smell of incense. The office was minimalist. Well appointed, and at a stand up table was the Director himself, reading from what seemed like a thin file. He looked at me briefly over the … Continue reading Scents
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore– And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over– like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode? Langston Hughes. I know … Continue reading What Happens to a Dream Deferred
2013, Johanesburg There are a million and one places to be on a Sunday morning, starting with the obvious, but here we were at the Summit, Hillbrow’s most notorious strip club, high up on a hill . I was comfortably light headed, as the four of us, all Nigerian émigrés made our boisterous way towards … Continue reading Song of Solomon 2 (And her voice was silenced). Lulufa Vongtau
Song of Solomon by Lulufa Vongtau 1998 Bindawa, Katsina “Where are you?” it was not a question or a request, it was blurted out with an intensity that suggested desperation. “I am at home. We just returned from Tungan Maje with Sani. What is wrong?” “Come to me.” It was not a request or even … Continue reading Song of Solomon
“Falling in love is great. Being in love is a disaster” ― Fools Die, Mario Gianluigi Puzo (October 15, 1920 – July 2, 1999) I was writing my term paper for the MBA 827 class on the office computer. Mergers and Acquisitions. I was still trying to figure out if the Standard Trust Bank … Continue reading Fools Die
Apple Lulufa Vongtau Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The trouble makers. The round pegs in square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules, and they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the one … Continue reading Apple
A Vehicle Borne Improvised Explosive Device (VBIED), commonly known as a car bomb, is an improvised explosive device placed inside a car or other vehicle and then detonated. It is commonly used as a weapon of assassination, terrorism or guerrilla warfare, to kill the occupants of the vehicle, people near the blast site, or to … Continue reading Esquardo da Morte 2 by Lulufa Vongtau
I, Gbenga Phillips representing myself, state that: 1. The Defendant and I were married on 19th May 2008 in Silver Springs Maryland in a civil/religious ceremony. 2. I have lived in Maryland since 26th October 2003 , 3. My spouse has lived in Maryland since: 2nd May 2008. 4. The grounds for divorce occurred in … Continue reading Babatunde by Lulufa Vongtau
EPILOGUE AS PROLOGUE ……….Some have corruptly obscenely enriched themselves to the extent that several generations of their lineage cannot dent their ill-gotten fortunes. We will not allow you go scot free. Our demands are few. We demand greater accountability from those who govern us. Our methods are deadly. We will assassinate one member of the … Continue reading Esquadrão da Morte by Lulufa Vongtau
THE SCENT OF WATER LULUFA VONGTAU For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again and that the tender branch thereof will not cease. Though the root thereof wax old in the earth and the stock thereof die in the ground. Yet through the scent of … Continue reading The Scent of Waters by Lulufa Vongtau
THE SCENT OF WATER LULUFA VONGTAU For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again and that the tender branch thereof will not cease. Though the root thereof wax old in the earth and the stock thereof die in the ground. Yet through the scent of … Continue reading The Scent Of Water
I have often wondered what it was about me that caused my father to hate me so. My stepmother would comfort me, rocking me from side to side when his cruelty towards me overflowed and sing songs that made me stare at the heavens through dry eyes wishing for better things. Was it my mother, … Continue reading Dance with my Father
The tragicomedies of living in Sports Hall still haunt me. The male Sports Hall, sited at the very gates of the Sports complex, was originally home to the Defense Academy’s sportsmen. It had however degenerated into a den of the worst blackguards to be found anywhere in the city of Kaduna; blackguards who gave … Continue reading Jesus of Sports Hall
I was half way across the expansive living room when my cell phone rang. Without breaking my stride, I removed it ,glanced at the strange number, but still depressed a key and brought it to my temple. ‘Asalama alaikum.’ I invoked peace on my caller. “Kankura, I must speak with you immediately.” Colonel Musa Shiekh! … Continue reading The Brutus Syndrome
My names are Trajan Amandladela. Yes, that same Trajan Amandladela. Depending on what era you are from, I am many things, many good things but then again many bad things and yet again many things in between. I was there at the beginning and despite the fact that I have become too, a myth, nay, … Continue reading A Chastened Silence