LUCY, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?

Oh yes! Caesars have offered their daughters, but I was never like those busters. Pharaohs have invited me to dine so that a princess would be mine. They would march in nine to twist and whine, but I’ve suspected, marrying an Egyptian isn’t at all my line. So I went to my mother’s town, but…

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…

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…

GITTY LIKE (Part 3 of 7)

Saheed was hopeful Allah would answer his prayers soon. Just a week earlier, his younger brother had got married at home and everybody had joked about Muftau’s children growing up to call Saheed ‘Buoda’ if Saheed did not make babies of his own on time. He wasn’t too holy as they had painted of him;…

Francis Is Alive (-3-)

Bade eyed the bottle of André rosé everlastingly as if he was studying it for exam; he was sad and had determined to drink himself to stupor. Who wouldn’t be so embittered to be brusquely left by a woman one had dated for eight years? Through Obafemi Awolowo University in Ile-Ife they had been together,…

Francis Is Alive (-2-)

It was becoming intolerable for Majeed as the white guy repeatedly kissed his girlfriend in his presence while he must not frown or complain or else he puts the success of their little charade at risk. The previous two nights, Olawunmi had lied that she had to do a night shift at the clinic where…

Happiness

The sun will rise, the sun will set and in hours the sun will rise again, where or how it finds you, the sun cares not; your ruination, your retrogression or your progress and conquest all depend on how determined you are in life, within you is the choice, not without. Oh my God! I…

A LETTER TO MY SON

Dear Son, I am sad to tell you that your paternal grandfather died before I met your mother; a once in a lifetime grandfather to have; he died at war against injustice and tyranny. Rejoice my son, away with those furrows crossing your brows, there is an advanced copy of him; me. I only pray…

Christabella

Hell has broken loose and demons have fled; Beauties on earth Hades bellows must be dead. I know a weary Crystal lying in her bed; I must rescue her even if I’ll lose my head. I walked through fire burning skin of times Filled with courage, tears, love and rhymes To find this maiden in…

Visera the Reaper (Part II)

“Lord eBay, do you wish to take Miss Visera Lucciver as your wife?” asked the priest in somewhat a sonorous hilarity. The appearance of someone as dark as night at the door deprived me of words, he was masked. I sensed trouble, already doubtful on whether or not to expect my marriage crumble. I caught…

Visera the Reaper

Who could have guessed That a man like me could be obsessed With the beauty a demon had possessed? Her assignment was to see me dead Due to the pain that Lucifer had suffered From one of my sacred writings he had read. She came with rage To drop into my bones a plague. But…

ANOTHER VICTIM

Today, I sit by my window and look out into my life. Well, it’s a good normal life. The kind of Nigerian life where you wake up in the morning, pray not because you love God but because you want to be rich in life and you don’t want enemies’ attempts to destroy you. Then…