I am taking a puff from one appearing strange rap of cigarette, which has former wings glue together by simple saliva of Joe. The dry smell is not being like a true and faithful cigarette to me, so I am now knowing that it is not cigarette. Or may-be it is one old cigarette kept … Continue reading Brief
WRITE UP BY DINDY: MADNESS Please do not share without talking to me personally and asking for permission, thank you for reading this write up. Madness; -A way to be different. -A way to over come the unnecessary things you see and hear. -A different way of thoughts, and the best way to deal with … Continue reading Write Up By Dindy: Madness
26th August, 2014. Lagos, Western Nigeria. It was early Tuesday morning in mad-traffic Lagos. Eneh was racing off the Third Mainland Bridge for Obalende in Lagos Island. Sprawled on the bridge ahead of him was a parade of cars caught in the traffic jam. An announcement on Rhythm 96.5 fm had earlier warned about that … Continue reading THE MADMAN’S RECOMPENSE (Part One)
In The Eyes Of A MadMan A mad man sees things that no one else sees and he laughs because the things he sees are beautiful. Nnadi, a young man newly entering his second decade in Umuturu village, placed a pad upon his shoulder and lifted the basket of cassava onto it. He whistled as … Continue reading In The Eyes Of A MadMan
I will start this madness with an apology to my readers-an apology for writing this article late, and at a time when any serious mind should be occupied with issues of more important dimensions. As they say when there is nothing to say, it is due to circumstances beyond my control. By the way, I … Continue reading This Blackberry Madness
The time is 9pm and I’m still on my way home after a long day at the office, my handbag slung over my left arm. As usual, PHCN(Power Holding Company of Nigeria) is living up to its name and ‘Holding’ their power very well. I sighed for the umpteenth time as I rounded another corner … Continue reading Chased By A Mad Man
Okey had come to another defining moment in his life. He had come to what might be another turning point in his eventful existence. The handsome young man was relaxing beside the swimming pool of his girlfriend’s house sipping a glass of juice. She had gone inside to prepare the house for the night. The first of … Continue reading Late Night Trilogy (part 2)
I My nation is run by a cartel, Of fat potbellied villains, Beasts cursed to suffer The eternal thirst of the insatiable They will not die well.
‘Knock, knock’… That was the sound that woke me up that morning. It was so gentle and soft yet loud enough to being me back from dreamland. At first I thought is was part of my dream but after a few more gentle knocks that sounded like the sound of a foam being hit on the mouth of a pot, a common musical instrument from the eastern part of Nigeria, I realised I had returned to the real world…
It was our first family vacation. Our parents had been planning this getaway for months and we had been bragging about it to anyone who cared to listen – OUR FAMILY WAS GOING ON A CHRISTMAS VACATION. 7 of us stuffed ourselves into our Peugeot 505 station wagon, cramped with enough baggage to last us … Continue reading Prodigal Ambitions
One Bedroom Apartment opposite VGC. N150,000.00 only. The advert caught my attention. I had just changed jobs and was now working in Victoria Island. I still lived in Sango Ota, Ogun state, Nigeria. In the first days of my resumption, I spent an average of 8 hours in traffic everyday getting to and from work. … Continue reading Over my dead body
The years passed, and I finished my university course in civil engineering. I soon got a job in a large construction company which sent me all over the country to supervise various building projects. One day, I was on my way in a taxi to the site of a project I was supervising in Kaduna, … Continue reading My Friend, The ‘Madman’ (2 of 2)
I still remember the first time I met Kacha in secondary school. I was minding my own business, packing away my books at the end of one of my first days in school when this scrawny boy with protruberant eyes and a manic grin approached me. “Hello! What’s your name?” “Chukwudi”, I replied cautiously. “What’s … Continue reading My Friend, The ‘Madman’ (1 of 2)