What do you call an ancient Egyptian who died of Diabetes?
Do I really look like a guy with a plan?”
Mors certa, hora incerta. Death is certain, its hour uncertain.
There is so much I want to say to you. So much, too much.
One minute, you’re in Jamaica with Damian Marley. The next, you’re sailing down the backwaters of Africa on a gondola paddled by Angelique Kidjo’s voice.
Dear Davido, why do you want bananas to fall on the heads of your fans? They buy your music and this is what they get, ill wishes?
‘’Let there be light and there was light.” Every morning, power supply is restored at 5am. I imagine a staff of the electricity company muttering the Bible verse above to himself as he fiddles with the switches which supply electricity to the area of town I have lived in for the last eighteen months. Usually,Continue reading “My Day”
I like this book enough to own two copies of it. I read it every year. I think you should too.
I know a man who loses his voice each time he describes his father He stares into the distance as he furtively dredges his mind for the right words and comes up with none For he descended from the loins of a broken man whose pieces he found in the black eyes, the purple bruisesContinue reading “Father”
When you are Nigerian you pray prayers that should not be prayers Asking the divine to fulfill promises which fell from the lips of politicians like rosary beads come undone Journeying from one day to the next on cratered roads Your bones dripping with your mother’s tears and the broken dreams of heroes past ToContinue reading “What Does It Mean To Be Nigerian?”