“You don’t think this your beans is too far gone for eating?” Lanre blew some chaff from the bowl of white beans he was picking before responding to Tofunmi’s query. “Because of ordinary weevils? Abeg, if I die, I die. This is my last kongo of food until I go home next week, so nothing dey happen.” “Urgh! You should at least have put it in the sun to drive them off. Looking at them crawling everywhere is doing my…
Photo Credits – Google Oh what fun to see, As she hopelessly and helplessly bleeds. ‘Tis a sight for eyes and hearts sore, To watch her life’s force slowly run forth. High on love’s brew, During those times that life was good, She forgot the earth from which she spewed. Who neglects their mother because of a suitor? Who abandons their source, To chase the transience of fleeting emotions? Who except the most reckless of offsprings, Scorns a mother’s…
Photo Credits – Google RAVE LIKE NO OTHER, COME AND PARTY! VENUE – BELLA’S COVE. DATE – GOOD FRIDAY (APRIL 14, 2017) TIME – 11P.M. TILL YOU DROP B. Y. O. H. The last item on the glossy red invite was confusing but I didn’t want to sound like a JJC so I pretended as if I understood its meaning. “Oh man! A party? Thanks. I really appreciate this.” It was then I caught a glimpse of the time and…
Photo Credits – Google The shiny blade slid up and down in perfect synchrony with the ebb and flow of classical music playing from two strategically placed surround speakers. Regardless of speed each cut drew blood, but if she noticed the flow she didn’t show it. Not once did she flinch as razor sharp steel cut through flesh. Her eyes had that glazed faraway look of daydreamers, although her lithe fingers held the metal resolutely as it did damage to…
“Let us cut to make her pretty.” “Let us cut to make her narrow.” “Let us cut to curb her instincts, and make her hallowed.” “Let us cut because, well, because our ancestors did so.” Those were their reasons. So they cut, and watched me bleed, Sowing the seed, they did, with a deft metal flicked, And left an imprint, For a lifetime of painful memories. Protect the girl child, stop female genital mutilation!
The dance floor is well within sight of where I’m seated, and I watch as bodies move in various styles and directions to the music the DJ is throwing down from his corner. Colorful strobe lights sporadically illuminate sweaty faces in random flashes, briefly giving them grotesque appearances, but I have seen enough over the course of the evening to be convinced it will be him.
Credits rolled on the TV screen, signalling the end of the movie. Olu picked up the remote control and reduced the volume, then aimed a playful kick at his friend’s ankles. “Wake up sleepy chicken, the movie is over now.” Sola muttered and got up from his position on the floor, then slowly stood up and yawned loudly. “Thank God it is,” he said, stretching his body as he did so. “Only God knows what you see in all these…
I know I’m not the only one, The only one with these thoughts of death, Of chaos, fractured bones and gushing blood. I’m sure they do not infest my brain in isolation. I see them daily, the others, cherubic pictures of innocence, And it is almost impossible to believe, That those angelic faces can mask such darkness. But this morning I saw on the communal room floor, A corpse freshly dropped, Staring at the ceiling with empty sockets, eyelids chopped off,…