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…

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 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 6 of 7)

There are two phases in unmarried women’s lives, the first phase is when they’re run after by boys, making the girls feel like celebrities; choosy and proud. The second phase is when, having grown older, ripe for marriage but still single, they foray out in search of boys in whose hands they could craftily place…

GITTY LIKE (Part 1 of 7)

Love is natural but is always at the mercy of religion; and again, for the umpteenth time, religion beat love, but this isn’t the end.

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…

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…

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…