That hole inside, Dug by the shovels of the mind… That dark brightness Where the eyes cannot see… That emptiness, yet filled With fears and wilted hopes… That strangling shadow That stays even in the glare of light… It shall remain Until you wake up and see That holes can be filled And shadows wait … Continue reading That Hole
There is something about the depth of the artiste – it is only gotten by going into the heart of this one. Several years ago, I would marvel at the profoundness of the works of lots of literary maestros. The depth of their creative springs and reaches left me bedazzled. I started writing, churning out … Continue reading Ramblings On The Writer’s Depth
“It’s the curse,” said the old man, his moan almost inaudible. His eyes steadied skywards: the sky was bright and the sun that hung over it radiated its burning rays ruthlessly over the sparse land like it was sanctioning it for some crime. Pa Afeso slowly turned his eyes downwards and fixed them on the … Continue reading The Curse
The once bright clouds had turned furious, and it gently swallowed the ball of glory that turns darkness into light. The resulting rain was torrential. The vehicle I boarded was a white coaster bus that belonged to the mass transit programme developed by the federal government to ease transportation in the country. The Journey was … Continue reading I am Boko Haram
It was a day like any other But one destined to be like no other When two unknowing actors In a play Scripted by fate Traversed its stage Neither seeing the other. Fate’s fingers plucked at the strings Of its poisoned harp Spilling out silent music Others traversed the stage unhearing But they sensed out … Continue reading The Dance
They say a love like ours is impossible in this world They say it’ll never work If so, then we’ll make a new world for ourselves A world of flying pigs and frozen sun A world of scorched ice and dripping powder A world of bleeding moon and purple stars A world floating stones and … Continue reading Just For Us…
Behold in awe my silver and my gold Everlasting from my youth to my old My offspring are above like the skies hold They are the stars twinkling, shining and bold In bullions reserve depart not my coins truly I do deserve to dwell in Zion And my belt shall never fall of my … Continue reading I Bless Myself
* The man looked up and his eyes locked with Helen’s. Her heart skipped painfully in her chest and goose bumps prickled through her body like death was trailing a finger along her spine. She shivered hard and immediately whipped her head back to the road. Blood of Jesus!!!She thought or said aloud, she wasn’t … Continue reading Cold Dish 1
What brings our feet to NS? A chance to flaunt new clothes Dance kukere and fluid azonto In the arena to thrill and awe The eager crowd reading our steps Such that no boos be heard? What brings our hands to NS? A test of our pen’s stamina At best to fall other wrestlers Then … Continue reading What Brings us to NS?
This snow is new. My lover is away Fourth month without a letter The small stream by our home will freeze soon The fish will move upstream I don’t know how to catch fish But I sit with my pole to forget The trees are shedding their leaves And the snow on the mountaintops are … Continue reading Geisha with a broken heart
Dear Alexander, Yesterday, I bore the world on my shoulders, strapping her extras on my back like a slave sent on exile. Her weight pressing mercilessly on my shoulder blades, I took a nascent step. Thus, began my journey to memory; a memory of all that has been, a memory of all that might … Continue reading Journey To A Memory
In my lonely hopeless times I lay with no wings of freedom, I cried for the end of time, When my heart was triggered with thorns, Sickness lights my home so down, As I wished not to wake at dawn I see peers around for a playful cheer, But I chose to be alone in … Continue reading Hopeless Times
She was Reverend Father Douglas Ejirika’s first visitor when he returned from break. Office hours that morning had been busy. It was always so on Thursday when the three assistant priests of St. Paul the Apostle parish held court. St. Paul was one of the biggest parishes in Enugu and even with three assistants, Father … Continue reading Unpriestly Counsel
Leadership is a lifestyle. It is not the show you perform but the life you live. To be the leader with a difference, you must overcome the state of HIV – Having Insufficient Vision, and “Leadership Torch”, authored by The Higherlife Coach, Ifeanyi Enoch Onuoha, is a material you need to be a better leader … Continue reading Leadership Torch by Ifeanyi Enoch Onuoha
Holding you cling to my embrace Am here holding you and beholding your face So much to expect from you A time when all suffice placing time on hold A moment like this Moving to discover who we are So many things to discover Because is a moment of discovery Of the true personality … Continue reading A Moment Like This