I survive
Was dead tired as I hit the bed by some 1AM but still, I was up by 5:20 to go for morning mass. Continue reading I survive
THE DAY AFTER
TO underscore the fact that we were used to our darling Prince’s absence, the country has gone on without much change. Well, activities have gone on, so to say. We thank God for the relief he has given to President Yar’adua, Nigeria and Nigerians. I guess now, it is time to see what (or is … Continue reading THE DAY AFTER
MAIWADA’S MUDOSKI: THOUGHTS
Writer’s Note: This analysis will be misunderstood. The book, Musdoki, is no longer the news and the “Aint too proud to beg” [1] e-mail has reached the stage where some people even wonder if it was ever written. For those not conversant to the JOSANA list serve, Ahmed Maiwada (the author) sent a mail with … Continue reading MAIWADA’S MUDOSKI: THOUGHTS
OF OUR DARLING PRINCE (A TRIBUTE)
Strange ‘news’ The radio declared the obvious Not devious Just a story without much new use ‘Away’ became official As NTA, first with the overstated stale Lastly relayed the tale Of our number one Marshall “We knew it since” So a day off we get {pout} To watch an official in and out Of our … Continue reading OF OUR DARLING PRINCE (A TRIBUTE)
And Prof. Ossie Enekwe died…
After the long life That we see as short … Rife… … What is it’s worth? Rest in peace, Prof. Enekwe Ossie I pray one day, we get to once more, see. (Prof Enekwe passes on… the bliss of the writer is his immortality scribbled in words to eternity… Memories started, never die. May he … Continue reading And Prof. Ossie Enekwe died…
Garage blues – an Undergraduate tale
The day was extremely hot as was usual© in Belye. I went to the garage to resume duty. I was hungry but who cared? I had to go to my job. Wow! Sometimes I wonder if my degree was worth it after all. After having spent five academic years that were equivalent to ten years … Continue reading Garage blues – an Undergraduate tale
ON THE FIRST DAY YOU PLAYED YOUR CELLO
On the first day you played your cello When the notes rang softly Dragging time forever In strings pulled strongly I wondered the thought That lay in that oval face Then, what was at the base Making a shine of bliss To plant a halo at your crown? It seemed all with ease The slow … Continue reading ON THE FIRST DAY YOU PLAYED YOUR CELLO
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