I‘d sing this anthem from my soul The title means, “God thinks on me” Though I may not ever know as I stroll Upon earth or ride the tide of the sea There are much of the unseen seen Benign or malignant each in its kind Yet, in every single passing scene He plans inexplicably … Continue reading Chinechere M - tʃi/nɛ/tʃɛ rɛ m/
What I would not write is much On the sullied cloak of the clergies. My inkwell keeps running dry Each time my quill feather Is dangled in their direction. A warning not to belittle Or mock the modern day Pharisees Because surely there are A few good men in their lot. Yet you should feel … Continue reading The Pulpit
When Will resigns and Desire’s unstirred, How can it fly- the apathetic bird? Would, in the wild, the Lion be tagged ‘King’ If fear’s its best against crises that spring? ‘Tis for wonders man’s subtle brain was made, Why let mere shyness be sheath for its blade? See how the Sun raptly donates its rays, … Continue reading Strive For Success
She walks out of the huge, white house and moves towards the back of the building, calling out the dog’s name. It was given to her as a birthday present by her uncle, a few weeks ago. Now, the air is thick and humid like the day she lost everything, save her sanity. The sun … Continue reading Cold Wet Things
I take a deep gasp, through our eye contact sees a vague reflection that seeks to conform, how to love. My smile reflected through her smile, as I watch the gorgeous quiver as I rise, the end of an adulterated exercise, how to love. Out in the wick, the start of an experience that felt … Continue reading How To Love
During Zelinjo’s stay in hospital Nene finally moved all her belongings out of their matrimonial home. After a short stint in hospital, Zelinjo recovered and was discharged but Zelinjo decided he was going to press charges for attempted murder against his wife, realizing this could all work to his advantage if she was convicted … Continue reading Nene’s Choice - Epilogue
There is probably no theme under heaven that has received much attention as love. To test its popularity ‘scientifically’, I googled the word. It was a shocking 5.95 billion results that beamed under the search box. If the word love could bring up this number, I wondered, what will the word sex bring up? I … Continue reading Bubbllina’s Virgin Offering
LETTER TO FIJABI –poem ROMOKE, THE POET, SO BETRAYED –title (PROLOGUE) If Fijabi could betray Romoke then, who else won’t Fijabi betray? Romoke, a very pretty lady of unequal beauty –daughter-ed to a late wealthy merchant, who was once the richest in the whole of the Olyridarian empire. Romoke and her husband, Fijabi had been … Continue reading Letter To Fijabi
Robert Kiyosaki in his book, “Rich Dad, Poor Dad” asked the question, “Does school prepare children for the real world?” “Study hard and get good grades and you will find a high-paying job with great benefits”, parents used to say. But gone are those days! There has been a paradigm shift from focus on paper … Continue reading Panacea To Nigerian Graduates Global Irrelevance
SOCIETY OF YOUNG NIGERIAN WRITERS Presents SYNW 2013 FREE CREATIVE WRITING WORKSHOP ON FICTION, POETRY AND BOOK PRODUCTION TECHNIQUES Come and learn about: Techniques of fiction – settings, characters and plots Plotting your novel The Aesthetics of Indigenous Poetry What you need to know about being a professional fiction writer How editors look at … Continue reading SYNW 2013 Free Creative Writing Workshop And More
Perched on a wooden stool in my provision store, I watched as a little black ant tried to carry a crumb of bread. I watched as the bread would drop, a huge weight for it to hold on to and as the ant would pick it back up. And after a few minutes, I … Continue reading God has blessed me?
The Perversion on mine eyes My ears, my mouth The perversion of my mind That I can no longer see a grown man with a little child And not question or doubt Worse even that while I fold my newspaper I say to myself, ‘aint no ‘uncle’ touching my kids’ Aunties too. The perversion of my eyes … Continue reading The Pervert
Listen my child, The old doctors saw the future So they crossed legs And threw stones at the floor Counting away the time that was to arrive When will the blue sky turn red? They asked Amongst them, those afraid had no answers So they cut down trees And rolled down heads from stairs Hoping … Continue reading Lost Magic
That night, the dream came again. I was 10 years old again. My brother’s killer leered at me when i got to the door step and opened the door. I could still hear my brother’s weak voice saying “Mabel go back” over and over again as the blood seeped out of his wounds. Then the … Continue reading A Shadow from the Past 3
Walking down the street engulfed in mystery we caught the tread of dancing feet A dancing shadow racing accross the street like dry leaves wheeling in the wind we watched a man figure something horrible leaning out of the window we dare to further into the long silent street street of pale pink and smokes … Continue reading Dancing shadows