“The echoes of a dad’s loving touch lingers a lifetime!” Hugs! Pecks! kisses! And a tender gentle touch! Speechless expression of love and affection. … It was exactly 5:35am. There I was seated in the toilet answering nature’s call. In my company was the prerecorded voice of Mr. Muyiwa Afolabi emanating from my wife’s Techno … Continue reading Just a Little Touch of Love
The Purpose of a thing is in the reason for its Creation; the most tragic thing in life is for a man not to discover his purpose, the reason why he was created. When Purpose is unknown, abuse is inevitable. Plutonium as an element has a potential; Good and Bad, it could either be used … Continue reading Created
Walking in the streets alone was one thing that kept my mind racing, remembering the escapades, the air reeked of the foul stench of dry gin which emitted out of the mouths of Motorcycle riders popularly known as “Okada Rider’s”, they would all converge at a makeshift kiosk at early hours like these talking about … Continue reading Life In Lagos
Alhaja Oh Alhaja, What a funny girl; She made the boys fall for her deep like water in a well, The Lads would admire from afar how her body would jingle like a bell; She made all the boys want to talk to her, but when they touch her she would yell. Curiosity that killed … Continue reading Alhaja
The things that are done in your name- I mean, the things that are undone behind the flimsy facade of your name -from “Borrowed Airs” by Kobina Eyi Acquah It was that time of the night when nothing was expected to stir. Expectations aren’t laws, however, and so stirrings did occur- in our hearts as … Continue reading Azuka! What Have You Done?
Could it be that words could be so intricately woven, in a seamless and complex manner, and yet hold such shocking significance? Could it be that the mind of an artist would discover such a topic, disguised beneath nothingness and make form out of chaos?
In a world where patriarchy is heritage, nothing has been left to chance about the male dominance – man is the head, and woman the neck. Women troop-demonstrated to Beijing and declared, on a platform for action, how violence is meted on them by men. Well, it is true women are the most abused, but … Continue reading Intimate Violence – His Story
Kaizo slammed a chunk of balled fist on the counter raising a thin cloud of dust in the process startling the elderly Officer Okoro who passed out some odorless gas from his anal port. The younger Officer, Osamu sneezed and blinked, looking up at the six foot plus figure of Kaizo.
Both officers just blinked and looked at the heaving hulk of a figure before them. Officer Okoro decided he was getting too old for these energetic youth of today. On the radio, the Jamaican reggae artiste, Culture, sang,
“..and if you fight against the youth man of today, blood a go run…”
“That’s my letter! He’s reading my letter!” My frenzied whispers were drawing glances from the students sitting on the floor around me. I should have cared about the attention I was attracting, but I didn’t. Bizzo was reading my letter! To the whole school! It was Tuesday, and it was time for another Hour of … Continue reading Lasmock Times: Investigative Reporting