how Fela’s suffering and smiling defines the African woman
“See, immediately we leave, take that Oramorph so you can sleep easily” Jay sounded more African than British right now
Viewing life through the eyes of Mr Death
“It kills me sometimes how people die” says Death compassionately as he marches along
Join Mr Death as he narrates his side of the story through this Nazi German streets in WW2
“I would love to cheat on my wife too”
“You think I do not cheat because I love my wife so much?” his laughter cooled off as he switched on his serious face “Well, why else? or is it your moralist views?” I teased. Since I knew he was not big on religion There we stood by the frontage of my compound while he […]
dear daddy, when will you become a man? [Cont’d]
Click here for the beginning ………… to a client’s office and Lagos traffic on the Motorway was unkind. He felt the jolt before he heard the bang. Another vehicle had run into his. The driver had been trying to force himself into the lane from the other lane. Infuriated, he alighted to assess the damage. […]
dear daddy, when will you become a man?
Today Prisoner 8493 leaned on the bed in his cell, hands on his face as the painful sobs erupted from deep within. Few minutes ago, he has watched his wife and kids walk away after their monthly visit. She also walked away with the signed divorce papers. Regret chased itself across his features as he […]
of racism and our red milk of human kindness.
“How is your knee today?” The elderly man [whom I will name baba] asked him “Better, it’s less painful.” Young replied cheerily “Oh, you remembered. Thank you for asking” I said to baba as the minus-1-degree icy cold shook my body mercilessly. “Yes, he was limping the other day and could barely walk” baba responded […]
emotional intelligence is overrated: knock down the restraints
It was my then best friend Ojochide who first pointed out my self sabotage. Unfortunately, my save-the-world glasses were still on then. Teenage friends who met in Jos then transitioned to Lagos. We were at the Tejuosho market, Yaba, that day when I began berating her. Again she had lost her cool with one of […]
echoes from my past -2
“Oh don’t bother moving, I can sit at the edge” “No worries. We will shift for you” The first woman said with a huge smile It was Carol Night at School. Although this boy in my home has insisted I not bother coming out, I went. “Stop behaving like an orphan. I am still here […]
echoes from your past
“Hello Sis, good evening” “Good evening sis” I responded with furrowed brows trying to unscramble her face We were about stepping into the African Shop at the City Centre when she approached me. It was my son’s Carol evening and he wanted to buy malt. She drew closer as if to hug me but uncertain […]
i can take care of myself without you
“How are you enjoying your Lunch privilege?” “Good” he responded “So which friend did you nominate?” “Jack” I supported myself by the kitchen door frame as I watched him pack snacks for School. His latest award was an Early Lunch Pass. To be shared with a buddy. That was an exciting one for him as […]