The Executioner

It is true after all, what our elders say that he who lives in glass should throw no stones. 

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ONE NO TOO MANY

Tade woke up that fateful morning with a headache, a searing headache. He rolled over and glanced at the alarm clock that had woken him. Eleven fifty-five. He jumped up with a start and fell back with the same simultaneity. He held his head against the pain as he slowly recollected the event of the…

POETIC JUSTICE

She did all the loving she could And then she left He did all the hating he could And then he wept Hated; she left Left; he wept.

Book Review – Allah Is Not Obliged

Birahima, a recalcitrant and unschooled young orphan sets out in search of his aunt Mahan in Liberia with the secret dream of becoming a child soldier, a dream which’s full import his young mind did not then know nor understand. In company of Yacouba, his clan’s person who was also a money multiplier and marabout, he plunges into a whirlwind of experiences good and bad, mostly bad, surviving the wars by a hair’s breadth. 

Ask Me About Good Food – Homemade Wheat Cake

Yippee! Hallos! New recipe! Yay! And did I hear you ask how easy it is? Uber! I’ll call it my quick fix home made wheat cake. Believe me you can have this for breakfast, lunch or dinner. It’s not only nutritious but filling too. INGREDIENTS Butter Sugar Vegetable Oil Egg Milk Flavour Baking Powder Sifted…

YELLOW – YELLOW (A REVIEW)

Using the first person narrative technique, the book chronicles Zilayefa’s journey from her oil ravaged village in Bayelsa to the city of and more importantly, into womanhood. She transits from the village to the capital city of Port Harcourt, from poverty into wealth, from a state of near hopelessness and a future so bleak into a world of opportunities. How will she fare? Will she make the most of this golden chance and have her dreams come through or will she make a mess of her new status for want and lack of focus and direction?

POET ON RAMPAGE DAY 10 – RHYTHM OF THE UNIVERSE

The pitapat of the falling raindrops The ding dong of the tolling bell The dang! Dang! Of clanging cymbals The chime chime of the grandfather clock The gbam! Gboah! Of banging doors The krik krak of falling summer leaves The koh koh of the Agogo* The chirp chirp of the Ibaka* The whoosh, whoosh of…

POET ON RAMPAGE DAY 9 – DEAR ASAKE

Dear Asake, Your love is the chorus on my lips When all songs have ended The little beam on the horizon When the sun is set Your love is the silver lining I see On cloudy days Your love is all I’ll have When all else is gone. The unbroken rhythm in my heart Sans…

POET ON RAMPAGE DAY 8- My Business

Good old cousin Rosy I know you’re quite nosey And nothing short of a busybody But I must tell you And I hope it sinks through That; Whatever I wear Or choose to do with my hair Is my business. However I walk Or choose to talk Is my business. Whomever I floor Or choose…

POET ON RAMPAGE DAY 7

Omo niyi Omo nide Omo lewa Omo leye Omo laseyinde Ina ku afi eeru b’oju Ogede ku a fi omo e r’opo Bi aladi o si ni ile Omo e nii jogun ebu Blessed be the womb that bore Blessed be the seed therefrom Blessed be the life giver Blessed be the life given May…