Chapter VIII That Omenka was dead at the most crucial time Umuokwe needed him most made no sense. I am Mgbirimgba, the elder who has led you this far. The dove called kpalakwukwu said that it is necessary to remind men of its name, because it is easier to appropriate what has no identity than … Continue reading The Last Carver: Chapter 8, 9
“You should have seen Joan Rivers insult Jennifer Hudson’s outfit on her show yesterday” The plump one began interrupting her cousin and immediately sipped from her smoothie. “Joan is so not cool, she keeps wearing either gold, brown or black shiny jackets, doesn’t any other cloth fit her” the last of the group pointed out. … Continue reading Chatterboxes Chicken Fight
I want you to meet Ife. Ife is a very sweet little girl, with a calm personality. Every grown-up loves her because she does not make any trouble and other little children love her because she always shares her toys with them. Ife is very fortunate because she has a mummy and a daddy that … Continue reading A child has feelings too
Oh sweet Mother thee, I suckled its breasts, breeding me up like no other, always with me, even amidst beasts. Sweet Mother, love and care for you I’ll till I die. Oh beautiful Mother, sweet woman so caring and loving, told me to be strong and be a man that amidst all odds I must … Continue reading Sweet Mum
Like the ever eluding ebb of tide; The gradual graying of the once yellowed sun The plot is cheating my notions ‘Tis is beating my imagination Who knew Chloe will fall for Greenarrow, her cousin’s ex? And Lois having eyes for nerd clark kent - her ex’s best Lana becomes the superhuman she fantasized Not … Continue reading smallville
These days in Nigeria and with the global economic situation, classroom education is not enough to give youths a source of income. In fact, education does not guaranty employment rather, it makes students employable. As such, youths who have seen the four walls of high schools and universities with the evidence of due certificates … Continue reading NYSC Drama CD Group Discovers New Talents in Kuramo
“Kakuri United!” bawls the stony faced conductor bottling a day’s worth of fatigue; preparing the way, for the looming surge of tired humans, anxious to get home to a meal, a bath and a much deserved sleep. “Barnawa Narayi!” The oral orifice of a young teenage conductor explodes this phrase not imploringly but aggressively. … Continue reading Ahmadu Bello Way at 9pm
Chapter VI The minstrel was chanting mbem in praises of Omenka at the far end of Nnabuike’s compound. Omenka! Ekwe dike! O gba aka ari Oji Onye Akpu ka Oji huru kpoo isi ala! Oke Arusi e ji mbazu afacha eze, ekelee m gi! Ubochi o ghara mmiri na agu asaa ime ego nwanyi, o … Continue reading The Last Carver: Chapter 6, 7
Chapter IV It was in the rhythm of this suspense that Omenka the carver decided to tread where the likes of Akuka had failed. He had seen Mkpurumma once. It was not in his manner to turn around on account of any woman, but that day he mortified himself with not less than seven glances. … Continue reading The Last Carver: Chapter 4, 5
Standing on the edge of a cliff Dave wondered how he mysteriously got there. He felt like someone who’d just woken from coma. Only in his case there was no memory of ever going into coma. In fact his memory bank seemed to be empty at the moment. Confusion gradually crept in as he stared … Continue reading 14th febuary(1)
We both were as little as a tiny mouse Right within our parents’ house Little did we know what was happening Even as our brain got sharpening We didn’t know what love was Neither did we know how it worked All we had for each other was hate Just at the tender age of eight … Continue reading Never Meant To Be
There is a God Why should we inquire what killed the wood weevil when it had chosen to play with fire? Why should we hold on to a culture that keeps dividing us onto a future that has no hope? Thus, when the gods turn their backs, the vultures make their nests at the feet … Continue reading The Last Carver
The day began in earnest and the boughs of trees danced quietly and bowed carefully to the sweet movement of the morning breeze. Human activities were growing at a snail pace. Spiders were in a world of their own, hanging about on the warm hands of the beautiful bushes. Their fine nets of thin threads … Continue reading My Friend
It was usually impossible to get a commercial vehicle going straight to Ikeja from the estate. And so Chizi nearly fell into the road to stop the speeding yellow bus with outrageously blaring engine which conductor was yelling Ikeja! Ikeja!! ‘Madam, take am easy now!’ the black conductor in holes-ridden red T-shirt cautioned rudely as … Continue reading A rare kind of chance 4
I’m Ms President The former President’s wife was My wife at school Where we prayed Every morning a minute too long At our faith camps The encampment had some rules One of such sang so high Women were wriggled away from men Girls glided far away in groups Boys left lurking like the beasts. When … Continue reading I’m Ms President