A thirsty man walks into a bar. There are no waiters in sight, the shelves are lined with empty bottles and the walls with pictures of previous bartenders. He pulls a wobbly stool up to the rotting bar covered in dust. There are two other men in the bar besides him, each of them has… Continue reading Thirsty
Photo by Edwin Andrade on Unsplash Last Sunday, I arrived church early enough to hear the praise team sing a song I assume is based on God’s physical dimensions. It began with the words “Twaka,Chineke....”. I don’t know how or why I remember this. As the words spill from the mouth of the youthful praise leader,the church becomes… Continue reading The Worshipper
It was his birthday and Uzor was having a hard time concentrating at school. The more he tried listening to the words spilling out of the mouth of Miss Abimbola, the svelte Integrated Science teacher, the more she sounded like a radio powered by faulty batteries. He had spent the greater part of each… Continue reading The Celebrant
God is not useful in emergency situations alone. He is not Bruce Wayne. Prayers are not Batsignals. Life isn’t math, which you were never good at. Things aren’t supposed to add up. Life is Tetris. Things won’t always fall in the right place. Love is a beautiful thing. Try it sometime, maybe 2018. There is… Continue reading Notes to Me from Me
The Third Mainland Bridge reminds me of Christ on the cross, sandwiched between two men of contrasting fortunes. One heading for the gilded streets of Heaven, the other resolutely headed for the crackling fires of Hell. Both men unified and split by the very thing which brings them together. Fate. On one side of the… Continue reading Finding Myself
When I was thirteen, a house down the street from ours caught fire. The flames cackled with delight as they feasted on the belongings of the occupants and stuck out defiant tongue of fires in the faces of the valiant firefighters. Nothing of value was rescued from the inferno. In the days that followed, I,… Continue reading Rant001
It is Seven thirty p.m. Tuesday evening and I am done with work. As I begin to stash my belongings into my backpack and wait impatiently for my system to shut down, I notice the sky is the exact shade of black I always imagined it would be on the day the world ends. Jet… Continue reading The Bus Driver.