I'm rather brown, and so I don't go red. But inside, I'm as red as a tomato. All the heat in my body peaks at my nose. My tears are warm and ready to pour down my cheeks. It's that feeling of inadequacy and pure frustration I get when people disregard my struggles and present … Continue reading Cycle
I'm taking you back to the days when my cheeks were chubby and it was 150 Naira to a dollar. The trees were green and the roads were good and everyone had 2 pieces of meat on their plates.Those were the days I'd peel my dry eyelids open, shove myself off my mattress and crawl … Continue reading Daniel Osineye-A story of me
Alhaja Oh Alhaja, what a funny girl; Her eyes as black as her hair; her mane of dark curls, As quickly as the boys to her turned, So quickly their hearts began to burn, Their love grew deep as her father's well; And closer they looked, the deeper they fell. Her hips swooned from side … Continue reading Alhaja-Toluwani Oluwamuyiwa
I once heard that before your foundations were laid, the water goddesses and marine spirits had to be appeased in order for your foundations to even hold. The person who told me this said it was standard Nigerian practice even for the building of roads because the gods hate an intrusion and are always hungry for … Continue reading Third mainland is still hungry
My heart still pleads, Like a mother for her son, Against the whip with which his father Will beat him. I am the father. And I will cut you. Wó, I will whip you till you bleed. Curse you to your death, Bury you in disdain, Ọmọ buruku. I am the … Continue reading The anger of an anonymous writer
