Taking A Walk Through Your Neighbourhood (Page 3)

The tension that preceded NYSC Camp was immense. They’ll steal your phone. They’ll steal your charger. They’ll steal your fiancée. They’ll steal your keke napep. They’ll steal your breasts. But when I got there (at Yikpata Camp), I met the direct opposite of the troubling picture painted for me. The only incidences of stealing we…

Taking A Walk Through Your Neighbourhood (Page 2)

Facebook bios ‘usually’ succeed in giving me the measurement of people’s education, intelligence, social status and maturity. “If you fuck with me, I’ll fuck with you,” sounds like someone who is either a thug or a gentleman with an empty purse. “He reigns,” sounds like a functional Christian. “Some people we just be hating, meanwhy,…

Taking A Walk Through Your Neighborhood (Page 1)

Would you allow me to take you to a Nigerian home for a minute? Thanks, we’re here now. Let’s sit and watch. Mum says you mustn’t collect biscuit from your classmates in school. Why? Because they ‘will’ use it to initiate you into a witch coven. Be wary of every child, they’re all witches and…

CHILDREN DON’T FORGET

I knew an uncle when I was young; he used to come from Lagos. Everybody who came from Lagos then was like an angel to me, not because Lagos was spectacular or anything (I started Primary School there myself) but because the coming of an uncle from Lagos could have only meant one thing, gifts….

ARTISTS’ DESPAIR

Art is the voice of Nature; history is her tale; poetry is her song; politics is her language; love is her silence, for love, when spoken by Nature is always very quiet, unless frustrated. Happiness is the prize Nature gives to whomever unquestioningly understands her. Sorrow is the spell Nature casts on anyone who is…

BOOK REVIEW: Francis Is Alive

Literary artists the world over from the antiquity down to this contemporary time always function as the recorders of history and the voice of the vision of their time. In that way, their works perform aesthetic gratification by being available to the people as a means of transportation back into their glorious past and edification,…

MARRIAGE COUNSELLING

Some men just can’t stand intelligence in women. When a woman is brilliant and always defends her opinions, they consider her proud and unsuitable for marriage, especially if she’s formally schooled. They think if she goes further in her education and badges her Masters or PhD, she’ll be proud, arrogant and disrespectful. What they rather…

BOOK REVIEW – Francis Is Alive

(By Kevin Onuegbu, an avid reader and literary critic) “Francis Is Alive” by Moshood Adebayo is a detective story imbued with intrigue, horror, suspense, betrayals, love and the mystic. Francis Whyte, a professional and most wanted American assassin, showed up to the world after so many years of self-exile. He came to Nigeria to meet…

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…

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’….

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…

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…