Photo Credits – Google The phone completed two ring cycles. Yes the caller tune was a funky one, but it wasn’t helping my mood at all. “Hello…” Finally! “Hello. Hello,” I anxiously barked into the mouthpiece. “Dude, chill. What is it? Did somebody die? It’s past three in the morning for fuck’s sake. You could have waited till later you know?” My impatience had not factored in the time difference between Lagos and Tulsa. No wonder it had taken forever…
Nigeria – “Oh see, a problem! We need a solution to this.” Response/Action – 1. Set up a committee. Note that there must be representatives of all geopolitical zones and religions. Balance is not just a word, it is a Nigerian. Unity in diversity. 2. Elect a Chairman and other ‘Exco’ members. Remember yes men and the next elections when you share this green and white cake. In your best interest. 3. Give them an office/offices. Abuja and Lagos are…
We were girls and boys, Innocents, men, and women, Old school, middle-aged and young, Scrawny and rotund, We were neighbors, Caught in the same struggles, Chasing the same hustle, Till ‘they’ skulked in, With their indiscriminate name calling, Filthy fingers a-pointing, And their politics of promises. We were one, Till ‘they’ taught us discord, Egged us to doubt our historical bonds, And brewed into our thoughts, Hatred disguised as a quest for freedom, We were a nation, strong, Till ‘they’…
Just in case you didn’t know, Othuke Ominiabohs is one hell of a writer. Only one skilled in the art of writing can flip genre like he did from ‘Odufa’, a ‘sappy’ romantic tale, to the action packed thriller that ‘A Conspiracy of Ravens’ is with such dexterity. ACOR is an adrenalin rush, right from the first page to the cliff hanger where it signs off. There is no dull moment where the plot drags, so you might want to…
My country Nigeria, it stank, Horribly, of nauseating and utterly revolting odors, Odors of numberless putrefying corpses that oozed, Of things long dead and callously left unburied, Things like trust, equality, fair play and justice, Things killed by corruption, tribalism, and religious bigotry, Untold poverty brushed our teeth, with lack we played, Until they came with promises of change. They assured us of succor from our many sorrows, And we listened, by God we listened attentively, In anticipation of redemption…