Could it be that words could be so intricately woven, in a seamless and complex manner, and yet hold such shocking significance? Could it be that the mind of an artist would discover such a topic, disguised beneath nothingness and make form out of chaos?
I said a silent prayer that someone would come. I banged on the door but the same noisy silence answered me. The seemingly distant sound of vehicular and human interaction on a busy street on Lagos Island overlaid with the closer sound of a CNN reporter reinforcing the chaotic psyche we earthlings had surrendered ourselves … Continue reading Trapped In The Toilet
Matthew walked into the MTN Regional office at Ikoyi at around 9. a.m on Thursday. He patted his pocket to make sure he brought his international passport with him . They would need to see some valid I.D. before they gave him his winnings; two ten thousand naira cheques he had won in two consecutive … Continue reading Unexpected Expectation.
I kind of like the way people think highly of themselves. Words like self-esteem, honor and integrity come to mind but if we look closely, we start seeing grey area and overlapping layers. Where does self-esteem become pride? Where does headstrong become strong headed? But there is beauty in everyone and so when a man … Continue reading Who The Cap Fits
When I attempt to critically look at the state of affairs on earth, among mankind, it’s a worrisome sight I behold. The supposedly enlightened have become overtly vain. Vanity of such propensity that it has transcended the materialistic dimension, becoming a force and source for mankind such that it’s definition borders on the thresholds of … Continue reading Money, Power, Respect
I lie naked beneath all this beauty and skin…naked beneath. My shame, my fears; my buts, my tears. I lie naked …naked beneath. In the middle of the meadow and the sky stretch before me, I lie naked beneath the watchful eye that Sadai is, broken and plain. I lie naked beneath this façade of … Continue reading Naked Beneath
My Digital Dilemma I write, I write With my left hand I right. Keyboard or pen The paper’s the same. On a Sunday morning, I proceed to fill the airwaves with secular music that diverges into the spiritual and got blinding thought-flash: does using the keyboard (phones and computers) affect the quality of my writing? … Continue reading My Digital Dilema
I’m the generation x I’m living on the edge I’m thinking on my feet Emphasis on my sex. Adapting to grey areas Let’s go homo, let’s go bi Let’s release all the tension My patience is a dwarf. There’s freedom of expression; I defecate on yours. I’m the generation x The frontiers in infancy. I’m … Continue reading This Generation
Kola went round the house again checking all the doors and windows, making double sure they were locked and barricaded. The single candle which was three inches in diameter burnt brightly, casting its light into every corner of the one room apartment. It was a special one, given to her by The Shepherd; one that … Continue reading The Prayer Warrior
Blackout! Just before the bullet found its mark, Remi had a flashback of the flash bang and Lade squeezing her eyes shut before squeezing the trigger. She hadn’t thought Lade would have the guts to shoot when Lade returned. Where had she found the gun she was now holding and pointing with shaky fingers? Lade … Continue reading Rewind
I caught a glimpse
the flash of a glint
gleaming thru a squint
I looked in her eye.
Nefisa did a slight skip as a soft breeze whispered across her cheeks and played briefly with some loose strands of her hair. Lightning flashed behind some clouds seconds before she heard a muffled rumble of thunder. The rich conversation she’d just had with her reading partner was exhilarating. He had loosened up and laughed … Continue reading Nefisa’s Plight
Kaizo slammed a chunk of balled fist on the counter raising a thin cloud of dust in the process startling the elderly Officer Okoro who passed out some odorless gas from his anal port. The younger Officer, Osamu sneezed and blinked, looking up at the six foot plus figure of Kaizo.
Both officers just blinked and looked at the heaving hulk of a figure before them. Officer Okoro decided he was getting too old for these energetic youth of today. On the radio, the Jamaican reggae artiste, Culture, sang,
“..and if you fight against the youth man of today, blood a go run…”
I and my friend Johnny High sat and got elevated into the stratosphere of the essence of life and there we meditated. when we came back to earth, i decided to write down his musings as narrated to me up there in the stratos… One day in the midst of my existence I wake up … Continue reading the beauty in ugly
It’s been a long time I frolick’d with you.
A long time since I went on the quest,
Seeking out the missing pieces of my self-expression.
Did I miss you?
Like a man would a favorite mistress,
Promises made and broken,