Photo credits Google Death comes calling in my city, With an absurd dedication to duty, Hitching rides on tankers of sorrow, Or in containers of grief, And if the roads get completely blocked, By the many prayers and hadiths, From a billion mosques and churches, It doesn’t give up that easy, The reaper, determined as ever, Simply uses a bridge to enter, Otedola or Ojuelegba.
Photo Credits – Google A place where blood is cheaper than water, Where people thrive in hate and despair, Little or no laughter, Where the ones tasked with protecting lives, Frolic in bed with our murderers, Where evil runs the Government, And there’s no conscience or consequence. The land is not green, This hell we live in runs with scarlet streams, It’s air thick with the sound of painful screams, As we cry to God for the scale of…
Picture Credit – Google I want to go somewhere far away from here. Somewhere where the sun is mild at noon, and the breeze whispers in the evenings. Somewhere where the moon is a magic lamp and the stars are merrily winking, where friendly spirits walk the forests, and the surf plays unending music. I want to leave the noise in my head behind with the madness of this city, and go where I can hear my blood flow…
Photo Credits – Google A car turned into the quietness of Folarin Street, engine roaring and lights blazing, and almost immediately the black remote controlled gate at number eight started moving sideways. ‘That’s Kayode,’ Tara said to herself as she quickly crossed over from the other side of the road where she had been waiting for her cab to arrive. The headlights blinked twice to show he’d seen her, but the car drove right past and straight into his compound….
‘Call him again.’ ‘I have, twice.’ Tara responded, clutching her cell phone. ‘The first time it rang but he didn’t pick up, and his phone was switched off the last time I tried, like twenty minutes ago. He was supposed to come to pick me up as scheduled by 5 pm for our outing, and it is 6 o’clock already. Now I don’t know where he is. You know he’s not like that. Kayode is never late for anything. I’m…
‘Good afternoon officer.’ The half-smile on my face as I reluctantly handed out the greeting was just for the sake of politeness, and it was for a good reason. Men of the Nigerian Police Force would probably top the list of my least liked people on any given day, and that list has some very despicable people on it. That this one who stopped me was a woman didn’t do anything to positively affect my perspective, nor was her already…
An Abundance of Scorpions is the story of loss. The book opens with the death of Tambaya’s immediate family (husband and only daughter) and goes on to detail the obstacles she faces in picking up her life after the unfortunate event. Alone and desperately in need of means to settle huge debts left behind by her late husband, she is soon forced back into the labor market to either sink or swim. Written in easily understandable language, the gripping story…
From the heavy rain they hide, Under their shiny coats and umbrellas, Their faces silent in questions, because they don’t understand, Why one sits unbothered, By the venomous pouring from the skies, They don’t know, That water marks exactly the same way, Regardless of source, They cannot feel, That the deluge cannot soak skin, More than a harvest of tears did, During the long night of pain.
Dear Sanity, The thing with memories when they’re not continually refreshed is that they soon become like beautiful petals plucked off their parent plants. Starved of nourishment, with time they wither and fade, and their attractive colors and smell become history. Time passed while you were away, and I forgot what it was about you that arrested my attention in the first place. Don’t blame me, the night that characterized your absence was long and lonely, and the silence…
It’s funny how this our generation thinks it discovered ‘wokeness’, and that our parents are living dinosaurs who don’t have a clue about what it is to be young and liberated and seeking freedom from the shackles of societal norms, that their views and wisdom is stale, and that they just don’t understand anything we’re going through. We ‘found’ some education, drugs, sex, and social media and suddenly we think we’re far too ahead of the times to do things…