The story goes thus. And I am going to tell it without any fuss. Am in the world because, They were made for me and they had no reason to curse, The day I was born because I have been a source, Of joy and gladness to them. Apologies to you , my Lord,if I … Continue reading MY MAP (My Mama And Papa)
An epistle wrote he To the generation now and next In it bred weeping apologies Cruel weeping apologies. The paper tearful Credit, to the wealth that he thought would be helpful ‘Mercy’!To my soul be merciful Dear Mercy, to you I’m sorry, Because my love for you was dreadful. Lord with hope,my soul get to … Continue reading And James Wrote
I grew up without a mother figure and I really must confess that it didn’t bring any set back as regards my up-bringing. A mother figure is of essence in the life of a child. Most especially a female child, so is the believe and I agree. But I’m still yet to notice the deficiency … Continue reading Murder With Conviction : The beginning 2
Beautiful petals red as crimson. Electrifying glance, unable to unlook. Men! It was a spell piercing my resolve. Unlocking that barricaded door. she did it without ceasing. Radiant beauty overpowering emperors. An Angelic Beautification Carrying Deserted Excitement; I cared less. Skin smooth,glistering and glowing brighter than the sun. God! She was the Sun. My resolve … Continue reading Too Good To Be True
Am lost,so lost to the tragedy of the wind. An adult, yet I still feel like a baby that is yet to be weaned. Am at the cross road yet I cannot cross. Blurred vision and misted calculation; Cynthia why do this to me? Am lost, so lost. To hopeful desires. I thought I was … Continue reading Lost
I watched as the clerk read out the verdict. I was not expectant of any good fortune. I was ready for the judgement that would be handed to me, after all I knew of the consequences before I carried out the act on that day. “On the count of murder, Miss Vianana Tombiri is found … Continue reading Murder With Conviction: The Beginning.
I crave for moments of joy. Days I have as memories now that am a young boy. Wish she did not leave me for good. I curse time, don’t know why it was rude. I remembered, I remembered those days I slept in my fathers arms. Waiting for those days now, is like begging for … Continue reading The Days I Was Happy
My eyes are swollen,because my rivers have refused to run dry. My belly aches for freedom and relief,too many spaces to spare. I wish to be pregnant,but were will the seeds come from? My pond is dry,I feel so weak. Given the gift of suffering by the hands who brought me into existence. On my … Continue reading Black Jesus
“She is coming around”, the nurse said. The doctor came, made some observations. “She is stable now”. Relief washed over everyone in the room, most especially Idoroyin. She tried to decipher what could have made her mum lose consciousness. Now she could resume that exercise, now that her mum was out of danger,atleast, according to … Continue reading Tales Of Mabel 2 (The Revelation)
Before now I thought I was tough. Before now I thought handling it required you being rough. After so many heartbreaks, I thought it would be hard falling in love. Before now I thought it would be easy to turn it off,. Just like possibility,her exit was inevitable. Before now I never knew she would … Continue reading Before Now
As the undertaker approaches,I fidget And I wish it was I being carried in that glorified box As it is lowered into the earth, I curse the earth for always accepting the good souls willingly. Clouds form in my eyes and the shower refuses to run dry. At fifty it seemed outlandish At fifty I … Continue reading Bleeding Heart
The red liquid painted the floor as the glass cup left Mrs Mabel’s hands and graced the floor.The cup had no chance of survival as it shattered into bits and pieces. Everyone was shocked,most especially her daughter,Idoroyin. Mrs May’s hands trembled.Infact,her whole body shivered as if the temperarure of the room just dropped to -10 … Continue reading Tales of Mabel
Words blistering so old. An Octogenarian growing older and cold. Steps that were untaken Steps that he wished he could have taken. A linesman;he watched from the sidelines. The flag was his,but he allowed the players to step on mines. Unlike the man in the ‘Black and White,he encouraged the tackles. The red and yellow … Continue reading And John Wept