SOLITUDE

Silence; the shroud of peace and comfort Solitude; the blanket that shrouds all in protective embrace The oppressive quietude that hangs overhead Leaves everything cowering in daunting solemnity As the wind whistles by, kissing and caressing the leaves and the…

ALL OVER BARAQUAT (3)

  I looked over at the woman seated across from me. She was so deep in thought that I wondered how I could ever force her focus back on the question I just asked. I didn’t want to push her…

ALL OVER BARAQUAT (2)

Adamu is one of those people who doesn’t care where he gets his water from; so long he gets good, clean water. He will take a beggar’s water from him so long as it satisfies his needs. Without any qualms…

ALL OVER BARAQUAT

                  “Shit!” Ifreke muttered as he stepped out of his one-room apartment, in a nondescript building on Clegg street, off Ojuelegba. The area is not remarkable for anything much, other than that…

LOVE TRIANGLE

This is a tribute to a story by one of the most beautiful ladies I ever met. She had written a fantastic story which had ‘ gripped’ my heart in ways I couldn’t imagine. The title : I loved her…she…

FROM BEHIND THE CLOSET

Recently, I have been engulfed by this overwhelming urge to write something. Something brazenly daring and yet necessary. The urge has steadily grown and fanned into an almost all-consuming inner fire threatening to scorch me, if I fail to put…

BLOOD ON THE STREETS

I lay there in a puddle of my own blood. All around me I can hear the confusion, the stamping of feet as people ran. Some towards me, some away. Far away from the bloodshed and death. I hear the…

GIGOLO

I met number one When I was young and yet still a young boy It was more of crush than being with the ONE But then, just like a bubble so fragile she did burst my purple joy Number two…