So I had a really bad day. After burning my inferior but expensive brazillian hair with the flame from a candle in the name of study, the exam was nothing to write home about. I left the exam hall with gross unsatisfaction. I had two problems (i)hunger (ii) anger directed to the examiners. Some lecturers … Continue reading Diary of a Frustrated Naija Student: Big Fat Liar
By Princess Sarah Christopher Stacey was her name or at lest that was the name, people told me she answered. She was a girl i got to know a year after i moved into Stantoky Avenue. She was slim, very tall, beautiful with Sapphira eyes and gold hair. Apart from her physical beauty I was … Continue reading The Girl Next Door
A mercenary’s heroic rescue of a missionary during the Nigerian civil war.
“Ouch! Gently please,” he heard his wife mutter softly at the other end of the phone. Being both insecure and impetuous, he resisted the urge to mull it over. Outraged, imagining the worst, he abruptly terminated the call. ———————————————— -ONE- Prior to his fourteen-year marriage with Mangeni, Bolaji, while a bachelor, had always boasted … Continue reading fEMIoWOLABI’s Echoes in the Web - Excerpt 1
From the parched lips of a dying past Breaks forth the plaintive cry of love- A stifled tremor at twilight’s cast reaching to vacant skies above. The tender bruise of graceful flower May heal in the dew of a new day; But a soul smudged with tearful showers May ne’er again rise to … Continue reading The Sad Cry of Love
G-r-r-r-i-i-n-g!!! Strident, three times. Picked at last. Hello, who’s there? Chief Three Necks. In steady mimes. This is Sonia? I paid your fare. This you must know, sweet Sonia; You’re killing me with insomnia. Silence. Well, are you handsome? Emm…. There’s this scar. Tension. I do not have a pretty form. OK. How about education? … Continue reading Telephone Conversation
THE COUCIL OF VULTURES In the darkest of the night, up at the roof of the big Iroko tree, sat some council of vultures, with their beaks dripping with blood. Their claws, clutching tight to the strongest branch of the tree; sprinkling down precious bloods. Very solid was the thickness of the … Continue reading The Council Of Vultures.
In this moment, this time, this dispensation. We must rise up for our country. We must disdain mediocrity, shun corruption and dissuade violence. The vicissitudes of providence that have sculpted our existence are best accepted and acknowledged, once and for all. Let there be no Igbo, no Hausa, no Yoruba… but all Nigeria, and proud … Continue reading Raving Rantings
She wakes up before dawn. Mounts her cardbox cubicle on the pavement at a street corner. It is chilly and windy. Without delay she pours cooking oil into the aluminum container perched on a three-legged stand under which there are popping flames of fire. In the yellow bowl she stirs the flour with vigour . … Continue reading Magwinya woman
Like Sidi He was my Baroka See he saw me with his eyes and his mind pursued me No matter where I turned, his thoughts were there, staring me in the face Ok, I confess, I didnt quite run away from this thoughts They made me blush and giggle They lit up my eyes and … Continue reading Lion Adorned Jewels…
The Confession of a Poet Feather and Ink May i though make this plea To you dear feather and ink As i dry like a pound of tea Yet blissfully to grave i shrink Desert me not as i lose weight Even like ink my body spills Imprint my mind in scroll’s heart As my … Continue reading Confessions of a Poet
Rig worker If only you knew you are a slave worker Doing the biddings of your task master. In town, you are the lord, Impress the less priviledge with your stipends The women you discard like leaflets, But on the field you are a mere labourer. Painting, sweeping … Continue reading Rig Worker
Idols of chains Idols of chains, hanging down your round neck Perhaps I should call it chains of idols It all to me speaks a certain language Perhaps it is a language of symbol Chains, it is kingly and it is lordly It tells of who you are, if slave or royal … Continue reading PARABLE AND PEBBLES: Idols of Chains, Diligence, Truth
Before you read, I’d like to state that this attempt at penning a few of my casual experiences as a writer is not an endeavour in conceit or self-praise. I do not presume that what I have to say in this matter must be of interest to you. It’s just that I really do not … Continue reading These Writerly Encounters: Books In A Closet
When I read the works of some writers: their stories, their articles, their poems, even their comments on other writer’s works, I feel that there is a line that they have crossed. A line I wonder if I too have to cross, before I can be counted among the proficient writers. Their works are usually … Continue reading To Cross That Line