THE STORY IN MY HEAD (The Man Sitting In Your Front) He’s not a human being – No, he is less of that He might’ve been the one through whose sperm I permeated into my mother’s vagina But would you believe me if I told you that he deflowered his product? And tags it a … Continue reading The Story In My Head (THE MAN SITTING IN YOUR FRONT)
Ikeja had only been this quiet once. The first time was eleven years ago when I cried as my father threw I and my mother out of his house because my little brother had our neighbour’s dentition and facial features. We’d lived at Surulere until she died and I had to learn how to feed … Continue reading Inktober – Day 2: Tranquil
Why should I hold it in? Is my heart an inn? Why should I not say when I have been hurt? Will you only learn the evil your shunning made me do when I become a member of the dreaded cults? Why can I not cry too? Why does my pains have to be kept … Continue reading Why Should I?
I look back on the memories we’ve had sometimes ago When life was free for every one of us, both young and old When hiding in dilapidated buildings wasn’t a survival technique And death was from nature, not a man-made epidemic When our young ones were free to go to school, grow up and become … Continue reading Remember Us This Way
Koko paced the courtyard in half circles, like a lion ready to pounce on its prey. The west wind blew fiercely, carrying traces of salt and ashes. Earlier that morning, Koko and his men had attacked Ojika’s vineyard and set fire to it. His workers were not spared. Everyone and everything was burnt to the … Continue reading Inktober – Day 1: Poisonous
Along the river road The three young girls walked single file along the path that led to their village, Igodi. They were returning from the river, where they had gone to fetch water for their mothers. Placed on their heads were clay pots of different sizes with Edafe, who was at the rear of the … Continue reading Eki: The Prince’s Bride
WE WERE SILENT Silence drove us from Nile to Mississippi to clean the ugly scars at its bottom. The world wept – Our tongues tasted her tears. Our backs were burnt into the future which a little boy folded in his left palm. Strokes from the sun filled our stomachs, our perspiration sealed our throats’ … Continue reading We Were Silent
I WON’T TELL I won’t tell you how they live life in my father’s darkest land. Boys who drag their friable feet in betwixt weeds, honourably. Girls who lift drums of dusts playfully just to keep themselves elated. I won’t tell you how they live life in my father’s darkest land. Leaders who kept their … Continue reading I Won’t Tell
In trepidation You approach your future Flapping your wings Against the wind of life Like a bird with wounded wings You try to soar high above Into the atmosphere of life How can you sow without a seed? How can you drive without Petrol? How can you swim against the tide? These you must achieve … Continue reading Hopeless Hopes
“I don’t know how I got here, I don’t know how I became suicidal, all I know is I want to end everything “, said Bayo, his voice hoarse from crying while speaking to the only man bold enough to walk up to him from the onlookers. “I might not understand what’s happening to you, … Continue reading Behind The Scene
June was struck by her beauty that it could not move on to July without saying happy birthday. When he finally gets her, her dancing steps will change because by then she will be pregnant and therefore her steps would be flawed. Luxuriate in your youthful age now and while you can. So I say, … Continue reading Prisca
What is money without peace? Yes! We want to be wealthy. Now we are endlessly wealthy. But we are scared of nothing. We are scared of the thieves at night, And of the pointed fingers at daylight. What is money without happiness? Yes! We want good wealth. But there is no good health. Where are … Continue reading What Is Money?
Osaro thought about his present predicament, his first time on a boat and it was looking like it was going to be his last. He and about 140 other migrants crammed onto a rubber dinghy with a bad engine, had been floating around on the Mediterranean Sea for five days. The engine of their … Continue reading Osaro – A Migrants’ Tale
There is something immensely enthralling and helplessly entrancing about kissing someone you truly love for the first time. A majestic tranquillity stirs in, and settles placidly on your weary nerves, just as dew descends on leaves on a misty morning. An unabashed sincerity drifts through your lips as they brush against theirs, and … Continue reading Nostalgia
The horrors of her past haunts She jerks and convulses when in the act She tries so hard to conceal it but Her lackadaisical response betrays Whenever she feels lascivious The images come running to mind They appear like shadows in reality Then, her frigidity comes alive She has always met the Selfish Who come … Continue reading Shadows from The Past