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…

On Death

Sheriff’s face seems more familiar than I know it, but the only time I remember to have ever happened at the same place as he, was in Casso-Lagos at a wedding. He contested for Councillor and won, achieving a lifelong dream, but then few weeks later, ‘Rest in Peace’ decked his Facebook wall. We weren’t…

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’….

I Miss My Hair

I will not be cheaply hoodwinked into believing that our choices are ours to make and that we’re the architects of our own bearings. If I had had a choice, would I have chosen Nigeria as my country of birth, a place where your neighbours and government make it their responsibilities to mock your dreams…

THE THREAT IS REAL

Nine years ago, I visited a powerful comrade who was one of my best friends. While his dad was away, a visitor came, so we asked the visitor to wait. He barely sat for five minutes when he turned to me and said, “Young man, you’re going places and your war is a great one, prepare…

story for the gods

The child is born, all neighbours on me, to my friend’s place in eight days for the naming and celebrations! Time whizzes by though, the child grows beard, lays opposite sex, bears children, and before we count seven to ten, he’s already old and ripe to die. There was a girl I knew back in…

Empires

Empires have risen in the East, Sailed through shadows, clouds and mist To subjugate prospering lands in the far. Submit your sovereignty and your roads we shall tar. In heavens and earth, we’re the brightest star. Didn’t Persia drum to Greece and lands? Didn’t Egypt scare neighbours with wands? Wasn’t Cleopatra shaken by Rome’s bands?…

Our Nakedness

In most noble suits the man walked the villages, embraced the old and encouraged the young, dined amidst beggars in spite of his wealth and status. He would cry for the poor and clamour for change. Yet, something was wrong about him; his bones and nerves hungered for vengeance when offended and he often pretended…

Our leaders; Our looters

Come brothers, let me tell you a story Of our nation and her wealth That are enshrined in our earth for glory Alas, trampled upon by our leaders in stealth. Come brothers, see what God has given; Our leaders to utilize our strength For moves that put us with America even Crude oil and fertile…