Those days of blurry prediction, Those days of fear, When the chains gripped my wrists, and the shackles cringed my feet. Those days I was green, And tossed here and there like a child’s swing, Those days I’d scream; “I’m innocent! I’m innocent!!” But no ears to see, and no eyes to hear. For I … Continue reading Freedom of a Prisoner
I manifestly can envisage a cage In it is locked a mighty sage The keys were right there in his hands But he wouldn’t give it a second glance On the cell walls were witful-designed graffiti But life has taught him apathy I looked at the mirror and I saw him Staring smirkingly right back … Continue reading The Prisoner
Slowly the sun rose, burning up the haze, allowing the building to come into view. An ugly monstrosity with a size incongruous with the surrounding areas. This was Shando. In 2011, OK Security had approached the British government about helping it reduce the cost of prison services. What this company offered, was to take foreign prisoners from Britain to … Continue reading Shando Hilton
… are you stranded… … looking for the way… … out of the prison cell… … out of the mountain of torture… … I was once a prisoner… … maybe, I’m still one … perhaps, not as heroic as Mandela… … maybe, not as infamous as Anini… … but from the cell… … I garnered … Continue reading …from prison…
This is the third excerpt from the prologue of my book ‘TENTACLES OF FEAR’. Please enjoy and give me your feedback.
This is the continuity from the part one. still in the prologue. THE BEGINNING OF THE END. The main character continues to narrate his ordeal, lets just do well to hear him out.
This is part of the prologue of my new series. ‘The Chronicles of fear’ is the series title while the part one is TENTACLES OF FEAR. This prologue title is THE BEGINNING OF THE END. Please read and enjoy, and comment. I’m already working towards the book deal. I will really like to hear from you.
Stuck in this prison.. I long for the time when I will be through with serving this sentence of mine.. 5years of imprisonment with hard labour, that was what the judge pronounced and then he had banged his gavel loudly like he wanted it to get into my bubbly brain immediately.. As if I didn’t … Continue reading Foxriver
By Ochuko Tonukari One of the men I respect most in my short sojourn on planet earth just celebrated his 93rd birthday and I feel I should try to find out more about what was responsible for his greatness. This was what motivated me recently to read his autobiography, “Long Walk to Freedom”. Indeed, it … Continue reading The Pleasure of meeting Nelson Mandela through his Book
It took her a few seconds to process the news, “What did you just say? What did you do?” Her voice shot up to a falsetto; it always did when she was really scared. As quickly as possible, I told her what happened, telling her about the Bentley. “…I’ve to go now. Call rates in … Continue reading Unfair (2)
Los Angeles Stories is fiction set in the city of Los Angeles, in the state of California, USA. The characters in the stories are members of the resident or transient Nigerian and African communities scattered throughout the city. In the last installment, Roforofo Fight, Chidi and Ayo got into a fight in a Nigerian buka … Continue reading Naija Tales from Los Angeles: Shakara Oloje
Fun. That is all I was looking for that cool breezy Friday night at the Lights Club, Ikorodu, and I was having it till they came to spoil it all. I was sitting at home, ennui driving me crazy when Chuks called, telling me that the ‘boys’ were going to hang out at the Lights. … Continue reading Unfair (1)