I hoped the elections would be peaceful And that the after election tribunals would return GMB as president elect But you made sure we were clear about your promise of peace You made the call, the call of acceptance, the call of sportsmanship I have a new found respect for you, Sir The voice of […]Read more "Jonathan Has Won!"
Part 1. Strangers walked by Mama Vero’s shop everyday; some stopping to buy biscuits for their kids on their way to school, others for random daily necessities. Mama Vero had a lot of friends. Many housewives who always came to tell her about their marriage woes. They all looked to her for support, she was […]Read more "No 5, Ezeobi Street."
Sandra walked quietly home, musing over the results on the notice board. She had failed those four out of the nine subjects she offered, again. She wondered if all life was showing her was that she was not good enough. Her strides were long, her body stiff. The sky was grey, the rains were coming. […]Read more "Then My Words Not Be Few…"
Blue sky. Scratch that, sky-blue sky. Hibiscus flowers, yellow roses. Flat sandals, green color Sling bag, pony tail hair. Quiet. Random thoughts. Crazy ideas. 5ft 8″. Hour glass. One lover. One heartbeat. One desire. One God. Peace. Asa on the beats. Rhythm. “Hello!”. Stranger. Friends. Lovers. One life. Shared. Not. Normal.Read more "Normal"
Ambient restaurant, soft music. Two heart beats, meant to resonate. The journalist stared at her round face. Her eyes danced with many stories. He wondered how long he had been staring, all he knew was that he had never felt that way before. Never. As she looked up, to catch his gaze, he flushed. His […]Read more "The Nun and The Journalist"
The sky was grey, Anita was sad. She was sad because she was going to an empty home, alone, again. The words of one ‘Mide babe echoed in her head, “If you do what you’ve always done, you’d be where you’ve always been” Where had she always been? A state of denial, she agreed. For […]Read more "Just Another Day"