LALAM: My friend, what are you doing here? UDAMA: I have bothered myself a lot about government not doing its job. Maybe it is time I bothered myself with doing my job. LALAM: Really, don’t tell me you have started yet another business. UDAMA: No, not something serious. Only that our boss tied this month’s … Continue reading This Election Day
..A poem dedicated to those who died in the ADC Crash in 2006; in the days of too many plane crashed, i am sure the avaition industry have improved since then.
Tonya had her way with almost any man of her pick. Most of who were ready to pay the price for a piece of flash. “Ten minutes and no more” she will say or “I’ll add five minutes because you are a good boy” she will say to men, her father’s age after a bout … Continue reading Public Announcement(2)
To an alert from her phone, Teni had abruptly terminated her sleepiness and bounced out of bed to splash on water on her face to remove sleep from it. She then left the room casually announcing to others that she will soon be back. She didn’t return until the day after. It would be right … Continue reading Public Announcement
Words exist that I never said Feelings exist that I can never kill Lines that I needn’t carve Clear it is in my eyes Boldly engraved on my fore Emblazoned on my cheeks Trapped within my inside A past that has stayed till now
Her looks had an alluring glow Mind was set and ready to blow I knew the choices yet took the chances Because it had a mold And I supposed myself bold Until I got a rebuff so cold I recoiled in a sullen fold Yet the night remained ruthlessly cold Everywhere around had love being … Continue reading Wager My Gold
To have covered thirty two states out of the thirty six states of the federation is no small feat, and if no one is rooting for a prize, I think I will nominate myself in the next national merit award series –with focus mainly on tourism, the youngest Ajala of modern Nigeria. If the Alaàfin … Continue reading Naming Houses Of God
That was how he took the place of Kale, my erstwhile friend. Kale still calls anyway. Once in a while we Twittered. With my improved personality, I got friendlier with and more used to people. But out of those who visited the library, it was Kale and this second guy that I fancied most. They … Continue reading In the middle of things (2)
Everyone was always unsettled by my kind of recluse nature; from an early age of four when all the boys and girls went out jumping, skipping and erecting sand-houses, I’ll rather resign to the screen to watch cartoons. I did all of Cinderella, Princess Natasha, Ben-10, Bugs-Bunny and Scooby-Doo. The cartoons were a shield for … Continue reading In the middle of things
Just when you thought you were the smartest guy, you undo yourself in the most embarrassing way that you even ask yourself again and again – why! Why me? There was this time Andrew was in his Uncle’s house (he may just have as many uncles as his parents introduced to him; Uncle Gbolahan was … Continue reading Never Again
She knew anything could come up, so she rushed into a chemist and demanded a red-stained bandage on the left foot. She proceeded with feigned difficulty; limping and sniffing under her breath intermittently. All that didn’t sway Maureen’s Uncle who was more angered by her wrong-headedness than her offense. ‘You must be arrested’, he had … Continue reading Guest Of The Mosquitoes (2)
……..how she garnered the nerve, staying in the decrepit building for this long. The walls were craggy, greened and lichened with putrescent odour emerging from the rear end of the room. Even the toilet stench was so sickening that it neutralized her thirty-four hours of compulsive hunger until she bowed finally to a plate of beans in the evening of the second day. She devoured it in mouthfuls; wiping the greasy red stains of the palm oil with her left hand and then licking her finger in sequence. Hot mashed beans meal was her delight but not in this hell of a place. Kèwé had no option, she ate thankfully.
KAREEMAH; the Fulani girl Up till today, whatever the prejudices against the Fulani’s may be, I take an exception. Kareemah was one Fulani girl who made me gape and awe always by her niceties. She was the personification of beauty; thin voiced, tender, timid and small, light skinned, pink lipped with tiny fingers. It wasn’t … Continue reading KAREEMAH; the Fulani girl