One More Day

Where the field is green, the rooster wakes. Where it’s brown, it mocks. So says me but the rooster only crows. That’s it, a word could bear three meanings, depending on the size of the viewer’s pocket. Geckos rejoice beans have beetles; cooks complain beetles are in beans. And that is what cannot merge religions…

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….

WHAT WE’RE LOOKING FOR

For millions, it’s money. For thousands, it’s entertainment. For hundreds, it’s spirituality or science or art. For scores, it’s identity. What our souls yearn for; what fulfilment portends to us, differ, based on geographical, genetic, racial and psychological differences. Many find what they seek; many, never will they find, but death which shall seal their…

September Twenty-Nine

September 29, 2011. I rose from the bed at 8 o’ clock. I did not sleep in my house, so I had to hurry back to my block. I found my landlord eating the oranges his children always loved to pluck, and several bags of them were being loaded on a truck. They offered me…

THE NEXT STREET

Mum cooks horrible foods, we tell ourselves we love the delicacies but every morning before 8am, sweet aromas waft their way into our quarters, all the way from the next street and we would look at one another and wonder, why can’t this be birthed in our kitchen? My best guess, nothing to guess. Idaya…

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’….

My Resolution

Unto my past, bravery had put me up to look. Good ol’days when while I snored mum would cook, and after eating I would grab nothing but a book. Oh when with a female I shared no hook! But all the glee, soon enough, time would crook, sadly, pressed into the nook. When Kemisola dragged…

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…

GITTY LIKE (Part 7 of 7)

Charles shove the magazine aside and called on John. He came wiping sleepiness off his face. “The girl is not picking my calls, what shall we do?” Charles asked. “Ah,” John took a seat and gazed at the ceiling for a moment, then at Charles. “Boss, I don’t think this girl is interested o,” he…