​God Calls Me Silly Girl

Sometimes my thoughts weaves an intricate picture. I imagine myself seated at a park or bank of a placid lake. I don’t seat alone; he’s with me. I see me, much smaller, leaning on His shoulder and we’re talking.  I appear to be about five or six years, looking very much like his child, at…

DELECTATION

I like the sound of happiness Of merry-making and gladness If joy was bottled up for sale There’s no mountain I wouldn’t scale I’ll get a million or much more To bathe all who live in sadness core If ecstasy was banned for life Like a criminal it’ll be my knife In hiding I’ll search…

The Monster Is Not Under The Bed

When I was undergoing a certain training, I tapped in on a conversation that made my blood turn cold. On that day, I was seated at the front row while I overheard the interaction between a certain elderly Muslim man and some teenagers  (the teenagers were of both religions.) This man was telling these guys…

THE BOY AT THE SHED

Theo felt his wife’s hand rest on his shoulder as she dropped a cup of coffee on his working table. Elizabeth smelled of vanilla today, he liked it. He also noticed her movement was hesitant, something was bothering her. “What’s the matter?” When Theo heard Elizabeth sit and sigh heavily, he braced himself for whatever was…

The Massive Log In Our Eyes

Nigerians can be so hypocritical. They are quick to accuse western countries of having high divorce rates but they are also the ones that kick out their wives and marry another. Biko, is this not worse than divorce? Don’t tell me it is better because it is not. All these holier-than-thou horse-dung several Nigerians suffer…