From The Old Blog

The Lost Tales of Kanuayada: My attempt at writing prose.

I wouldn’t have remembered if someone didn’t mention ‘Kenyan slave’. The true story of what happened in the years while I lived in the eastern parts of Africa.

Back then, one of the most lucrative jobs was cattle herding. In…

The Odd Ode to the Nigeria Police

Robbers commissioned by the State
To hold arms and beg for arms
a cause for the next generation
a…

i penciled my words down and then, you painted them black

i have checked this basket
and none of the fruits have anger
written on them.

a battle in me to stay within
the confines of love
where what is outside spells
mAlice

i have come to write off
that which i spent my days on.
today i…

The Magician, Magic, The Circus, My Caucus and Other Stories

Among other things that have fascinated me, the art of Magic got my attention when I was much younger. At an early age, I had already realized that ‘magic’ as some know it, was only about fooling the eyes and playing with the…

If I were God

if I were God,
i would carve my seat
at the foot of the mountains

and ask for an offering 
just so you men can 
have a feel of what God smells like


if I were God
i’d slay half of the world
not for sin but for ignorance…

How My Childhood Has Affected Me

I used my brother’s entire year’s savings, together with mine, to purchase a turtle. That has in the last few days brought me to the thought, ‘only God knows where Chinonso is’. And I’d explain what happened.

the mirror lied

i kneel beside my bed

a third of me asleep

another third muttering

words to the unseen

or maybe to myself

Your 5am Alarm

today, i found out

what mornings were made for.

you walk in the cool of day

not at train stations

the sun, not stars, shines

stars only sparkle in the skies

leave him with the constellation

where the most he thrives

take the trouble and you’d find