What They Mean to Goats

In this life, one just has to live as one’s soul demands. You want to be rich, be rich. No, you only want to live quietly, then, live quietly. Stick to what pleases your soul and let others stick to theirs. It’s wicked replicating your decisions for other people or condemning their choices in the…

HIGH FEIFE

After my dad’s incident in 2009, people threw the word, ‘revenge’ around a lot. I knew it was mere nonsense. Dad wasn’t someone so easy to kill. If his origins hadn’t consented, no bullet could’ve penetrated him. So, who was going to carry out the revenge and how? To me, he was a soldier who…

A MAN

Night dreams, morning dreams! Babyish, child-like, a man seems! Touches provoking genital streams! Eyes of man, banjo beams! Blind eyes on fleshy mounds Stir protrusion in clothed grounds, And silky homes turn battlegrounds, Oh no, oh yes, several rounds. Where I love I last not, Beatrice begs I lick her pot. Feelings absent, I shoot…

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,…

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…

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…

​THE ROOFLAND UPRISING (Chapter Three)

I felt very drowsy. It had been a long stressful day and I was exhausted the worst I could be. I dozed on that rice whose meats I hadn’t touched, good home training sontin-sontin. You know, back at home, mum had told us that only uncouth persons eat the meats before the main meals. Eating…

​THE ROOFLAND UPRISING (Chapter Two)

My nap was brief and I woke up scouring for plates. One thing about me, I’m not very good at many things but when it comes to frying of stews (for rice), I’m the prophesied messiah. And so I served myself a Kilimanjaro of rice, in thrall to twin meats I had circumspectly selected for…

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…

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…

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…

Book Excerpt: Francis Is Alive

Gabriel reached across the table and gently brushed an ash from Sonican’s lapel. “Your cigarette has become one long cylindrical ash,” he said. “Oh! How awkward.” She relaxedly ground the ash into the glass. “Thank you. By the way, you have a talent for making the world seem directionless.” “Directionless? Ah, but that’s not my…