Little Man You will grow up With thorns and roses But choose the roses Not for its beauty and tenderness But for its essence Thorns are not bad They increase the value of the roses Little Man, Grow up It is necessary Leave childhood and it will leave you Do not neglect innocence Even … Continue reading Little Man
Tall hill, I greet you I greet your height I greet your smiles and age I greet your stay I greet all you have seen I greet you for the rains When it falls it meets you first And the sun also When it shines it burns you first I greet you for the … Continue reading Tall Hill
And so Chelsea Football Club won the UEFA Champion’s league in 2012. I am glad oh. No, not for the club but for my poor head! Who would not? My girlfriend is a supporter of Chelsea Football Club. She would have given me one heck of a day if the bloody English club had … Continue reading Diary of a Stupid Boyfriend: The Chelsea Saga
Thy muscled hands have drawn darkness upon thee Thy fine senses have darkened our morrow Thy perfect heart has given us sunset Die, Aluu, Die You don’t deserve anything You don’t deserve dust You are a demon, Aluu Die, Aluu Die I thought human lived in thy bosom But I see the devil Walking up … Continue reading Die, Aluu, Die
You have been my safe refuge When torrent of rain pours You keep me safely You have been my love; My special joy You have been of much worth than life For isn’t life a bastard without love? You have been the tiny air I suck I embrace your every aura You have been my … Continue reading To My Sad Mistress
For once Nkem could not imagine a car key being in an envelope but that was why it is a surprise, he thought. While he wished for good he kept an open mind. His smiling mother handed him the envelope. He collected it with utmost gratitude, not for its contents but for he had received … Continue reading A Witch And A Wizard – 2
The Bartender I like my beer-glass filled to its brim. It gives me more than fulfilment. The sight of its foam makes the throat itch for a sip. And the content, especially the golden coloured glittering and seductive liquid, looks like a present one should give to a bosom friend on the day of his … Continue reading The Bartender
Before Nkemjika started calling pretty women bitches and men, dawgs, he was a great son of a respected Igbo businessman who traded in household electronics in Port Harcourt. He was Born Again of a spirit-filled and demon chasing church. He was a practical Christ lover. He read the bible as many times as possible. … Continue reading A Witch And A Wizard
Written to God on my Birthday Everything will be fine in his own time. Amen. God is never far away from me. He is a reach away. When my faith can’t find him he finds me. He takes my hands, on those nights when I am drunk and can’t find my way home. He leads … Continue reading Written to God on my Birthday
Nwilo Bura-Bari Vincent presents Salute to Bori, a book of poems, to the public. On September 15, Nwilo Bura-Bari Vincent will mark his 25th birthday and presents SALUTE TO BORI to the public in Port Harcourt, Rivers State. Highlights of the event include, Book Presentation, Spoken Word poetry, Cake cutting and Discussion on the state … Continue reading Book Presentation – ‘Salute To Bori’ by Nwilo Bura-Bari Vincent
‘Wake me up when you wake, Lucy.’ Danga, the slow speaker, told his younger sister and lifted the mosquito-net and settled in it. It was not a large net but it accommodated Danga and his little brother; the one who always urinated on the bed. The little one had spread both legs on the … Continue reading Danga is Gone
That afternoon at the popular Garrison Bus Stop in Port Harcourt the sun tied her wrapper firmly like a native soldier who was prepared to unleash total misery on insurgents. The sun was ready for the earth people, to burn them to death for unknown reasons. Unfortunate metrologist rumoured that it would rain heavily. But … Continue reading Her Eyes Were Almond
The Day I Lost My P*nis Nothing more but sex had taken me to Ten Mason Street on August twelfth. Lucy had left, not without starving me for months. The construction job had stopped also. While I walked through the gate and scanned around for Pasha, my new consolation, I lit up the only stick … Continue reading The Day I Lost My P*nis
Woman Power The only thing that is equal to the power of a woman is nothing. Ask anyone. Ask my very good friend, Mr Okiri, he would bear me witness. Okiri is a smart young man. He lives in Lagos. He likes women more than I do. He is a bloody retard. If you live … Continue reading Dairy of a Stupid Boyfriend: Woman Power
Fanny The little room at the basement of our house was hot and dark on the first night of my visit to it. It was like the inside of a cooking pot. An unpleasant stench emanating from it could push you to the ground at the opening of the door. In there, in the dark, … Continue reading Fanny