Para la familia de Jamiu. From the depths of woman’s desolation, echoes a scream. Tears like rain, fall from puffy red-rimmed eyes through cheek-stream To drench the ground where you lie, locked in dust with a dead dream. Weight borne in a she-tomb filled with life beats, your gift; silence. Frail visitor to this man-palace, … Continue reading A Cavatina for Mother
I hear her wary steps in the dark; a strike from her makes me hot, then she drops me and makes her way to a corner of the shanty that is home to her and the baby, while I watch with fiery eyes. In the corner lies a pink plastic bath for children and she … Continue reading Voyeur: In the Light.
The Ficterview of Chantel Cums. BEFORE YOU READ: Alright, this one is crazy. Have you heard of the word ficterview? Well, maybe we made that up (Webster has no idea and Google has never seen that word!) So this is what happens: The interviewee is a fictional character played by a Bukuvillaian and interviewed by … Continue reading CHANTEL Cums.
Virgin; it was given on a platter pulsing with hope, nothing else did matter save the reply one sought to hear. Maybe held promise – yes was best, and no never flirted with the thoughts, but it came wrapped in a blatancy that hurt and stripped the heart of its true colour. Picked from whence … Continue reading Virgin
Hey people… In the ‘March featured writer’ article, I promised to let y’all read a story from me. Well, it’s been written, and though I have been mighty scared of putting it up – till now, I’ve come to realize it’s time to share it with you lovely people. Feel free to constructively criticise the … Continue reading Wedding Crash
Across the world wide web, A bridge of words, we built. Fingers danced upon the square keys, Kindred souls in steady sync. Hopelessly in love, I fell. I would have kissed and not told, Cuddled and not just hoped, But she brandished a band of gold. She did find a beloved, Behind the screen of … Continue reading Internetual Love…
He had gotten a call from her; she wanted to see him. After 14years of silence, it had been an obligation to meet with her. Age had treated her well but her eyes told a different story. They were twin pools, filled with sadness that threatened to draw him in. Her eyes were the first … Continue reading Redemption.
Wale sat in Mama Sikira’s buka as he awaited his order- bitter leaf soup and two wraps of amala, a bottle of cold stout stood open on his table. He had come straight to Mama Sikira’s when he started feeling dizzy, and remembered that he hadn’t eaten before he smoked ‘igbo’ with his guys. He … Continue reading Coincidental?
Dearest Mikki, I still remember the day you came. The doorbell rang – two short rings and a longer one, I rushed down the stairs with a ready hug for daddy. I flung myself at him and he lifted me up and planted a kiss on my lips before putting me down. It was then … Continue reading To a Brother, with Love
This is the sequel to the poem ‘Aphrodite Rebel’…If you haven’t read it, You really should do that NOW!!… hehehe.. I do hope You get to smile as you read on…less wrinkle lines that way.. ______ They call me Mr. Casanova, I really don’t care. Swapped those jeans and sneakers For a fancy white suit, … Continue reading Casanovas and Ice Maidens…
N.B: Aphrodite rebel is NOT the title of this piece..But I couldn’t possibly get this published without a title.. Here is the deal: If you read this piece, please drop a comment with a title you think would be perfect for it…My brain simply refused to come up with one. Think of it as a … Continue reading Aphrodite Rebel
They found oil in my homeland. The house I had built, was razed. You shall be compensated. Duly compensated, they said. Still, not a penny has been paid. And after years of court cases, the paltry sum can’t build me a house. __________ They found oil in my homeland. It will make Nigeria richer… Alas! … Continue reading Oil in my Homeland…
Dawn slowly creeps in and edges the night away.. Women with baskets, piled high on their heads. Chattering yet silently praying they get emptied, before the fight begins.. Men walk with hoes slung over shoulders and swinging cutlasses.. Barefeet they progress to their farms with one thought in mind; that the days’ work gets halfway, … Continue reading A New Day
Stuck in this prison.. I long for the time when I will be through with serving this sentence of mine.. 5years of imprisonment with hard labour, that was what the judge pronounced and then he had banged his gavel loudly like he wanted it to get into my bubbly brain immediately.. As if I didn’t … Continue reading Foxriver
The tryst had ended but their gazes still held.. Both were speechless, one; breathlessly waiting in all fairness, wanting to take a dip that would transport them quickly to an abyss of ecstacy. The other mind set in motion, afraid to tread the path of emotions which leads the heart to Utopia. And then in … Continue reading Phantasy