I DANCED IN THE DARK

Let’s look at it this way. What makes man quieter the older he grows? Wasn’t she that girl who at 7 smeared yam powder all over her face and laughed still? Wasn’t she the girl who would not see rain fall and remain indoor (to ignore a bath)? Just like me, the boy who loved…

A BEAST THAT I AM

I keep myself for the sun; he swims different bays. I keep myself for the moon; she flees from my murk. My pride I sheathed in my patience’s bureau, seeking a pair who wasn’t long found, nipples like Persian coins, eyes like flames, beauty a fable, my muscles are bulging, the predator of Maraba now…

SAIL FOREVER

The smile of the sun dons the day with light, its garment billowing through the sad secrets of happy faces. It’s a new day, an arrival repeated in a trillion times, which of course never fails to mock the dreams that are but will never be; the passion of a body circling the sun in…

HOME IS WAITING

What can I say? Isn’t it all tempting now, to settle for stipends, sex, wine and neighbourly friendship? The human nature, the one about not being able to be satisfied, hmm—mm, that one! Sometimes I wonder, is it a negative attitude? A satisfied man stops dreaming. A satisfied man stops growing. A satisfied man stops ‘doing’….

​THE ROOFLAND UPRISING (Chapter Three)

I felt very drowsy. It had been a long stressful day and I was exhausted the worst I could be. I dozed on that rice whose meats I hadn’t touched, good home training sontin-sontin. You know, back at home, mum had told us that only uncouth persons eat the meats before the main meals. Eating…

​THE ROOFLAND UPRISING (Chapter Two)

My nap was brief and I woke up scouring for plates. One thing about me, I’m not very good at many things but when it comes to frying of stews (for rice), I’m the prophesied messiah. And so I served myself a Kilimanjaro of rice, in thrall to twin meats I had circumspectly selected for…

CLOTHES AND CHRISTMAS

According to my parents, I was born in Ibadan on a visit to grandma (on my paternal side). It was a week to Christmas and the folks had gone to Ibadan to pick her. As fate would have it, mum went into labour and I was born. Ever since then, grandma had been my fairy…

YOU HAVE ENOUGH

In 2008, I was in Oyo State College of Education, Oyo and I was running for SUG president. There was a day I saw people gathered around my poster (on a wall), bickering. Out of curiosity, I went there to hear what they were saying; I knew if they knew me personally, they would’ve been…

THE ROOFLAND UPRISING (Chapter One)

The first time I stepped into my room here in Ilorin, I felt irritated. The cement floor was broken and a fraction of it was sandy. I had enough sand in my room to mould a dozen bricks.  The unpainted ceiling board wasn’t complete either; one was already broken and peering into a dark roof…

Freedom!

They say happiness is a choice we can decide to make, but the dreams are big, they crease my brows. Everywhere is noisy, Facebook, such a noisy place. I wish I could go away from everything. From my dreams. From my worries. From my home. With my woman to distant shores, with no phones, no…

​B’áòkú Lómodé

Years ago when I was but a boy, the idea of going to Lagos during holidays was equivalent to being granted a paradise ticket on earth. It didn’t matter whether the one I was visiting genuinely wanted me around or not, getting past those three beautiful old white statues was the goal. And I loved…

Book Excerpt: Francis Is Alive

Gabriel reached across the table and gently brushed an ash from Sonican’s lapel. “Your cigarette has become one long cylindrical ash,” he said. “Oh! How awkward.” She relaxedly ground the ash into the glass. “Thank you. By the way, you have a talent for making the world seem directionless.” “Directionless? Ah, but that’s not my…