Death at sunset Sunrise in Lagos is the beginning of a new adventure for its occupants and resident, The start of a new day in Lagos mark the beginning of another struggle to achieve certain goals for the day, another opportunity to work and sort out the challenge of the … Continue reading Death At Sunset
Nimi sighed as she arranged the second to the last couple of files into the drawers. Her new Boss Lara Kitan was as disorganized as the word itself. Maybe it was because she could afford to hire people to work for her and even the most important files she didn’t have close by that disorganization … Continue reading Beautiful Wings – 6
With A Bang! Amelia lay quietly on the centre couch, the one facing the new LCD Plasma TV Jordan bought her for the new year. Staring at the television made her miss her boo much. The usual Lagos evening traffic was the reason for his delay. Brrrh! Brrrh! Brrh! Rang the door bell. Amelia sprang … Continue reading Sex On The Couch
I see her every night as I close my eyes to hit the hay. I see the one I, despite undeserving, had loved from afar. I see the damsel I had written this little but heartfelt piece to, approaching me. Her presence makes me feel the warmth of true love. Her stunningly beautiful face makes … Continue reading I See Her
Yeah, you were bugging me one time to write about this. There’s a story in it, you said but I was like, I would, but that would be when I’d grown plenty gray hairs and my breasts no longer stood firmly and I also had absolutely nothing to do but to reminisce about my … Continue reading A Broken Deal
The dishes piled up unwashed, Kitchen floor messy, Napkins stinky And cobwebs decorating the ceiling. Who is responsible? Taps left running, Water racing to the soakaway. Bath tub soapy and slippery. The mirrors displaying blur images. Not leaving out the stained sink with paste. Who is responsible? Beds have become boutiques. Pillows turned foot stools. … Continue reading Responsibility: Who is responsible?
Why we live through life, We oft leave life out of life, Yet running daily, tirelessly so, To catch up with life, Albeit it has always been with us. We set clock, with a bang, Up at dawn, we are down, Because when night comes, The candles burn, and we lie awake. … Continue reading Hustler’s Pain
It has been a while since I posted something for my NS family, I just wanted to share this with you all and then put more posts on here. Have a beautiful week ahead. His most striking feature are his eyes, they’re brown, a deep hazel, the kind that you can’t but give a second … Continue reading Pick ‘n’ drop
The biggest of gifts is the act of dreams They make us swim without a fin; Heating up our frozen blood when our hearts are weak Making us look from chaos to a day of peace. It is the greatest gift or calamity Like a sedative used to shut us from reality If taken too … Continue reading Valuable Liability
What is This Life Bello was a big-time trader born in the south-east and grew up to marry three wives from among the natives, each with children that have no knowledge of his native Hausa language. As he advanced in age his story of terminal illness brought everyone of his family to his bedside in … Continue reading THE 24 HOUR TEMPLATE – Part 1
You wanted to be a dancer when your innocence was untainted. You choreographed Michael Jackson’s Jam song with your siblings…
From time immemorial man has not been able to resolve socio-economic issues such as war, hunger, famine, poverty and the likes despite huge resources that have been expended to ensure that these phenomena are surmounted. In this quest, several orthodox and non orthodox means has been suggested to combat man’s tripartite dilemmas. Literature has also … Continue reading Post-Modernism in Micheal Jackson’s and Whitney Houston’s Lyrics
I had the premonition; I just didn’t give it flesh. Sitting in the last row that offered little comfort added to the uneasiness all these I waved out as I professed within me that crossing the bridge is not a new event. My thoughts still anchored on the fact that I was not as comfortable … Continue reading On Third Mainland bridge
He tosses around the bed sheets, hands clutching the pillow, As his closed eyes see another dimension, a whole new world. He turns and hits his bed mate, Nothing, absolutely nothing was going to take him away from this new world. Not even rapture was going to stop him from completing this dream. The … Continue reading A Dream
See mama dey cry For wetin?I ask Pikin don die Of fever wey high For this life? Nah im pikin go con die? Chai see the mama dey roll The thing dey pain am wella Sake of sey this pikin for grow Maybe he for be our president if he old Or he for be … Continue reading High Fever