profit,pollution &deception. (For the Niger Delta) . the sun has escaped from the place that it used to live death has fallen upon us like a log of wood that needs no manual to kill. . our rivers are dark with the souls of dead fishes festering with death a new song can be heard … Continue reading Profit,pollution and deception
I am many things but confused I know myself in depth But somehow have I lose grip On issues that concern me And even though I so much want to, To take control, I really can’t have it. So for a start, you can call me helpless. I have been speechless for decades. I remember … Continue reading Call me what you May
all over, submerged in the depth of so much black gold, to suffocate in the thick, dark richness.
He had never been at sea. Infact, prior to his present experience, he dreaded sailing or anything that had to do with water. He remembered the times he swore that rather than sail on a ship, he would die. He chuckled. How times changed one’s perception and attitude. Afterall, ‘na condition make crayfish bend’. Cargo … Continue reading Hardship in the Delta
“Tami, are you not going to fish today? The sunshine must have penetrated the river and the fishes would be awake by now!” my mama called from inside the hut. “The day is still young mama, I will soon go.” I shouted back. I looked up and saw the sun high in the sky, yet … Continue reading Oblivion
Again, this post is to seek your input and critical eye on what could be wrong with this work. At best a smile for what is being done. But say it like it is. I have thick skin. ——- At thirty five years of age, Benjamin Oknan of Bulgarian Driscow Helicopters was not married, … Continue reading Gods of the Land 2
Watching Uncle J.J lead the fight for resource control was how I prepared for the future. I had read a lot about Martin Luther King Jnr. but Uncle J.J personified him for me. He like Martin Luther lived for the struggle. He breathed it. Slept it, ate it and loved it. I wanted to be … Continue reading “The Struggle”
A baby roams the streets
Hawking worthless wares
She’s dizzy in the heat
The sun has scorched her bare feet
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Continued from –Admiral John Bull (2/3) During the weeks that followed, Uncle began opening up to me about the operations of LAND. For the first time he also criticized diaspora activists. “You can’t sit down over there in obodo oyinbo and begin to talk about the issues that people in creeks are facing. When I … Continue reading Admiral John Bull (The End)
continued from Admiral John Bull 1/3 It must have been past midday when I woke up to the knock on my door. I shouted to the person to come in, as I made an attempt to get out of my bed. I thought it was Abel, instead a girl a lot younger than Abel walked … Continue reading Admiral John Bull (2/3)
The fleet of cars parked around the trimmed green compound would have been enough to stupefy me, but then came the guards clutching their AK-47 rifles and striding around; this left me without words. One of the guards opened the car door to let me out and gave me a most sharp salute. I ignored … Continue reading Visiting Admiral John Bull