When i was just a skinny little lad my mother always told me there’d be moments like this. Dimple-making moments, she’d call ’em; sunlight bouncing off corneas, white with innocence and latent dreams, visually persistent diastema before the click of the shutter. A few years later i sentimentally recall them as god googling the … Continue reading The Random Eyes Of Kagho Harley Akpor
An Ode, a Sonnet, a Ballard, a Triolet Poems from my heart Truly sent My hand writes What my heart speaks My heart speaks What my mind feels Words capture my mind’s imagery Poems give voice to feelings stuck within. Life’s glamour and misery Captured in language Treasured thru words Plain and candid Sometimes in … Continue reading Sharing Expressions
I met another one today Ears perk up in anticipation He’s short and stout and speaks funny He’s a man He’s a reporter Doesn’t earn much He’s a man He’s just a polytechnic graduate Not even a degree holder He’s a man He has body odour His teeth has some colouration He’s … Continue reading Just Do It
Ensconced in the embrace of bonding mouth speak What emotional brew Is thus stirred? Scalding crimson anger? Righteous Jealousy? Perhaps the sickly palor Of gray indifference? Or most likely that green-garbed streak of mangered canine What mothered your canal resolve? The irrational logic of scorned femininity? Or perhaps the instinctual response To perceived encroachment? Was … Continue reading My Back Pages
I lick, tease, linger and squeeze Between the mounds, wide valley and your lovely twin peaks My reward is a moan, a groan and a come-hither sigh Yet I get no further than a man on a false high I caress, kiss, fondle and squeeze Two molds, these buns with a narrow valley; O how … Continue reading Frustrated
“I had to meet you here today There’s just so many things to say Please don’t stop me ’til I’m through This is something I hate to do We’ve been meeting here so long I guess what we done, oh was wrong Please darlin’, don’t you cry Let’s just kiss and say goodbye… The words … Continue reading This Time It’s Over
When we lose someone in our lives we feel pain and sorrow. This loss can either come in form of death, quarrels or disagreements. The cause really doesn’t matter; the hurt is still the same. I lost a dear friend over a decade ago and I remember crying so much. I was particularly sad because … Continue reading Letter From The Past
Friendship is like rare wine That’s pressed from a choice vine Being carefully crushed and punched Settled, fined, locked and stored It suffers from neither blight nor fault As it stands barrelled in a darkened vault It grows more and more precious with age And is ranked in no mean vintage Just a taste of … Continue reading The Sweet Wine
Is it the glint in a mother’s eyes when she playfully winks As the suckling on her breasts of nourishment quietly drinks? Or her anxious supplications to God At moments she fears for the worst Because her innocent child it seems may be lost To the wicked embrace of an unwelcomed infirmity? Tell me … Continue reading Tell Me About Love
OMG!!! The test was positive. It was like a dream and she took a second look at the pregnancy test and it was a plus sign instead of the minus sign she had hoped for. But there were no symptoms, she wasn’t even throwing up or feeling nauseous; just her delayed period. I have … Continue reading If you won’t make her a wife, don’t make her a Mother
Now I’m looking in the mirror. I’ve been standing here for about ten minutes; staring into the glass. I do not recognize the image in it. I’m serious. The face; my face, it looks familiar but it cannot possibly be me. Can it? What’s wrong? Well, my hair is disheveled but I did just get out … Continue reading Caught In a Bad Romance
False Image of Ourselves Achebe is stung by the hypocrisy and vain-glory common with Nigerian leaders. He is angry at the blatant self-deception by those who do not care to make Nigeria genuinely great, but who like to decieve everyone that Nigeria is great. He writes: “Nigeria is not a great country. It is one … Continue reading The Trouble with Nigeria: A Review II
This revolution must be publicized, because clean is the innocence on those babies’ eyes, and the infant things fight to rise like the morning sun, to find where life settles cool. This revolution must be publicized; steel consciences forge dead hearts, to stumble their coming rise! This revolution must be publicized; dusk wait plenty, and … Continue reading This Revolution Must Be Publicized.
By Ochuko Tonukari Not too long ago, an exciting debate came up in our local church. It was such that we heatedly discussed ways in which parents need to re-examine placing gender stereotypes on their children, specifically boys. There were many eloquent speakers in the church that day but frankly, I was somewhat impressed … Continue reading How to raise the kind of Men we would like to Marry
Night bears the burden of our departure it wears and tears under the yoke of cold breaking its own silence with endless sighs of longing and neglect confusion calcifies in our bones leaving stories of betrayal told, untold stories of your nights nights of meddling and cuddling chiefly orchestrated by you then executed by … Continue reading REMINISCENCES (For R)