General

My Patriotism Story: A Joke in Action

Its yet another Independence anniversary for Nigeria and i have thought: what should i ramble about? Nothing pops up in my cheezy breezy weezy brain…..so i carried out a survey with two friends. Sunday, my naughty friend suggested i write on “patriotism”. I declined because that would amount to betraying my conscience going by the… Continue reading My Patriotism Story: A Joke in Action

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General

Focus: Mother’s Advice

For thirty four years that i remained married to your dad, i carried a surface injury in my heart that he constantly pricked but being a woman has only thought me to smile through those pains. She took me outside along the river bank under the palm trees, asked me to stare at the surrounding… Continue reading Focus: Mother’s Advice

General

The Dollar Syndrome (2)

As you read, the dollar syndrome has affected even marital consummation, I eavesdropped into a discussion, a man was telling his friend (I guess) that his wife now denied him sex because dollar was high. The same fellow went ahead pouring out his randy rage on Mr. President but never questioned the sanity of his… Continue reading The Dollar Syndrome (2)

General

The Dollar Syndrome

There is a three word expression that has gained ground and potency as a cover-all explanation for evil and ungodliness in our country Nigeria lately: “Dollar has increased” or put in a street man parlance,; “dollar don rise”. These words have been so abused that today if you greet your fellow man on the street,… Continue reading The Dollar Syndrome

Poem

Reality Sucks

People will come and tell you they won’t hurt you People will come and tell you they will love you better People will come and promise more than can fulfil People will come and promise never to make you cry Am sorry if you are expecting all that from me Because I will hurt you… Continue reading Reality Sucks

Poem

Freedom of the Body, Enslavement of the Soul

Alight my uncanny heart oh! Creator, Reverberation of pains in my heart heaps. Not for the open gate of obtainment; Not for the apparent restiveness of my generation; Not for my labouring mother; Nor for my toiling father. Alight my uncanny heart oh! Creator, I weep with melancholy glued to my face Not for my… Continue reading Freedom of the Body, Enslavement of the Soul