I laid there. The over grown bushes notwithstanding, I chose to make the wet, muddy floor a resting place. I ran in the cover of darkness without an inkling of where I was or where I was going. The blood dripping from the wound on my leg didn’t seem enough reason to halt; I pursued … Continue reading The Survivor
Breaking up is never easy and people react in different ways. Some turn to drinking others turn to drugs. I wrote a note, please pass it on. Dear Luci, I am tired of trying to make this relationship work. In the last couple of months I have given this relationship my best. I was … Continue reading Dear Luci
“Everybody abeg come down for inside the moto, it have spoil” The bus conductor announced in a husky Yoruba accent, I couldn’t help but notice his pitch black lips and his blood shot eyes, and I could almost swear that I perceived weed each time he opened his mouth. “Oya conductor, give us our moni” … Continue reading I Hear Voices
‘OPEN THE DOOR!’I yelled, screaming at the top of my voice. So much adrenaline was running through my body as I carried my wife through the glass doors of Kikelomo Medical center. The hospital was unusually crowded but I couldn’t care less. She held me tight, she was heavy and covered in sweat all over. … Continue reading I’m a daddy !
A while back, I received a text message that humbled me and changed me in many ways. Although it was a response to a message I had sent, it was straight from the heart and a lesson I will never forget. For some reason I was inspired to pick up my phone, scroll … Continue reading Be Nice!
<- Back to part 3 I tried to be calm but that night was very long. So many thoughts came rushing through my mind, ‘What if I had just poured fuel on a wild fire?’ ‘What if I had just made matters worse?’ ‘What would my mother do?’ I knew the answer to the last … Continue reading Whisperers Part 4 of 4
<-Back to part 2 ‘Sister T! Help me!’ I felt a need to rush in and save her from the devil that fathered me. But then, I remembered his threat and what became of our mother. My mother couldn’t report to our relatives because they wouldn’t believe her and my father would deal with her … Continue reading Whisperers Part 3 of 4
<- Back to part 1 That night, my mother cried in whispers, I saw her tears and I cried too.Many questions ran through my head, ‘Was my father a woman beater before he married my mother ?’ ‘Did she know about his habits ?’ ‘Why did she marry him ?’ ‘Why is he my father … Continue reading Whisperers Part 2 of 4
Most children go to God with series of prayer requests, asking for toys, clothes and many other things. But, for many years, I had just one prayer request, ‘God deliver me from my father’ My mother was my angel but she had one fundamental flaw -She was long suffering, too long suffering and very … Continue reading Whisperers Part 1 of 4