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…

​The Soldier Encounter (Chapt. 2)

So a brother, Hammed Olabisi finally linked me up to a female soldier. He said he’s discussed my issue with her and I only had to close it up by sending a friend request to her on Facebook and discuss the monkeyshines. Her name? Ruqoya Sanni. Where does she live? Adekunle Fajuyi Cantonment, Ojoo Barracks,…

​The Soldier Encounter (Chapt. 1)

“So, you’ve been crazy about finding a girl in the army, haven’t you?” I nodded like an obedient child. “Okay. Here I am now, what are you going to do?” she asked seductively, loosening her buttons. Haba! Kilagbe kilaju! My eyes got glued to what lay in the shadow of her camouflage shirt. Eh, will…

Francis Is Alive (-1-)

It was winter when chimneys could not stop smoking, groups of young bundled people emerging from the bracing cold into nearby bars with windows clouded with heat, army of candles lit. Gabriel never liked winter; for him, all seasons but winter. In winters, his paths for morning runs would be snow-blocked, numbing the toes. There…

WHEN I WAS A KID

When I was a kid, I was told every spinster is a virgin and she who does not keep to her virginity before marriage will be rejected by the groom’s family and thusly disgrace her family. I’m a grownup now and in fact, all the spinsters in my neighbourhood are all virgins, grooms’ families reject…

TOSIN, don’t take me for a fool.

You knew I’m a saint, yet you promised your libido will faint. You knew I only have little money, yet you claimed fitful to journey. You knew my religion’s protocol; you did not say my ways are local. Now that I still keep my zips up, you announce that my time is up. If you…

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…