He staggered and I looked on. He was drunk and I know .He was dripping of sweat and it was obvious. Wine, he has gotten a full of it. I know how it feels to get drunk because I have been there. The scene of this drunken man brought back memories that are left unforgotten. … Continue reading Out of the Blues
Do not get halfway and stop.Move on, till you reach the top.All those who have reached the top can tellThat if you push on, you too can excel. You may stumble now and then, or err,But, friend, do not despair;Though the climb to success can be rough,The strength in you is more than just enough! … Continue reading Song of Success
IBADAN, NIGERIA, 1999. The children were gathered around a small square wooden table located at the center of the room. The room was poorly lit; the only source of the light was a lit candle placed in the middle of the only other table in the room. The flickering light from the candle cast a … Continue reading The Hunter
It’s the 7th againThe anniversary of painWhen in the heat of emotionWe ignited the flameThough we were warnedWe refused to heedNow, a thousand years laterWe are slaves to our greed. It’s the 7th againThe anniversary of youth When despite all pleas We strayed from truthNow, in aged wisdomAnd with ragged spriteWe curse the yearsWhen we … Continue reading 7th.
Kaito made sure he had the two addresses his family gave him. One was for Abuda who left for America 12 years ago. The other was for Kamalu who had been gone for only three years and was studying at the University of Quentin. Kaito was also certain to follow the directions the train driver … Continue reading Sirens
Turai Allah buttered my bread. I was married off to Ayuba Khalifah, the son of the commercial trader Alhaji Jibril Khalifah and his third wife, Alhaja Atikah Khalifah. I was very excited about marrying him because all my friends had been married off before me. I didn’t attend the university because my father did not … Continue reading Am I one of them?
It’s now well past midnight. Ayo can still see Jare scowling at her across the room, with a sneer that belies his chiselled masculine features. She tries to shut out Jare’s face from her mind’s eye and snuggles up to Wale on the dancing floor. Ayo is starting to lose herself in the engrossing lyrics … Continue reading Darkness At Dawn
It was at midnight when the contractions began. At first they were mild, and 30 minutes apart…I would just wake up to some twinges in my belly…at first I thought Sondra(my unborn child) was just acting up again since I had had two false ‘labours’ already…so I paid no attention to her. At four a.m … Continue reading Story Of My Life
A song of people passing by To and fro all the day Each with a head of worry Save the little innocents making merry. Ah!Here comes the old haggard caricature Muttering incantations ancient,invoking deities ancient. Leaving behind a trail of her wooden companion. They say she was once magnificent; When God and man ruled nature. … Continue reading A Song of People Passing by.
I cannot recall where I was when the news reached me, but I vividly recall running off with great haste towards the house at the village outskirts, swiftly overtaking others who on account of age could not hope to match my speed. Pursued by haste I stopped not to reflect on the moment. It was … Continue reading A question of reason
Your clothes are flimsy as ragsWith dirt’s that stench the airYour skin is dry and creakyLike a bread that lost its touchYour mouth always quick to speakWith a voice sounding like drumsDespised in the land of everywhereWanted in the company of no oneOh harridan avert from thy ways Your heart is like the moonborrowing the … Continue reading Harridan
A quick glance on the streets of Lagos these days will reveal an almost amusing sight. From the well-padded and secured to the paint bucket painted as a disguise to deceive the authorities, you will find the different ways commercial motorcycles operators (CMOs/okada riders) are complying with the Federal Road Safety Commission (FRSC) directive of … Continue reading The Helmet War
The first time Jamal and Nabila were pronounced husband and wife, he was chatting on his Blackberry and she was pushing the food around her plate with a sterling silver fork. The French Impressionist table legs groaned heavily under his weight as Uncle Dauda hoisted his large frame to its feet. He then raised a … Continue reading The Northern Prince
The book laid attractively across the bed, but dulled by the gnawing innards in the pit of her stomach, her hand motionless, refusing to yield to the order of her brain. Thinking back about how she got herself into this situation, the image of her father loomed largely in front of her. It was the … Continue reading Memoirs of an Undergraduate
IT’Z CRAYZEE 2 REALISE DAT ALL I’VE BIN DOIN WAZ SIMPLY HURTIN MYSELF ND INVARIABLY DOSE DAT CARE ABOUT MI!! IT ACTUALLY TOOK A TAGGED NOTE (THNX JASMEEN) 4 MI 2 REALISE DAT I NEVA REALLY LIVED 4 D PRESENT, DAT IT WAZ EITHER I WAZ REMINISCING ABT D PAST OR I WAZ SCARED OF … Continue reading A New Me….hopefully