Touches of light and dark Leaves a balance tied stark In illusions, pinpointing Sanity’s lack A violent tumbling in between Births gains and ruins; all in one. In totality, it dwells in obscurity It’s hard to decipher as mortals Except you’re in experience like a few of… Continue reading Rainbows and Rains
Torn apart Reeled by indignity Stints of immoral pleasure Separated my soul from his iniquity How do I spell the words? Hidden behind my father’s carnal bud His lascivious tints And his sudden early morning feats As he hollered above my sleep And makes… Continue reading Real Hope
Click here for previous episode http://wp.me/p2GjCO-9r * * * “Mother doesn’t like to be kept waiting!” Wana called out arrogantly from outside. “I’m on my way” Nneka shouted back as she got up to leave. Sallie spoke again, her smiling face gone “One more thing Nneka… brace yourself up, the worst is yet to… Continue reading The Footpath (4)
THE GUITAR MAN I’m about to start the engine of my car When I see an old man with a young guitar Who is singing and whistling. His sores are open and his eyes are closed And he’s got lice and flies all over his clothes… Continue reading The Guitar Man
Click here for previous episode The Footpath (2) http://wp.me/p2GjCO-9i * * * “Please, don’t kill me!” Nneka begged, visibly shaken. “Be quiet, or I’d have to silence you myself” Thandiwe replied brandishing a pair of long fangs. “Oh My God…!” Nneka gaped and fainted. * * * When she woke, she found herself in a… Continue reading The Footpath (3)
You Filled me in Through tiny little sounds Like scarlets and Flowers You touched my life in between rounds I felt different I felt stained. When I saw u smiling. A mirror made of beautiful reflections When I saw you sad It… Continue reading Thinking About Busola
Click here for previous episode–> The Footpath (1) http://wp.me/p2GjCO-96 * * * “Like what you see?” a voice said softly from behind her; startling Nneka. When Nneka turned towards the direction of the voice, she was met with shock and utmost surprise. The woman that stood before her was nothing compared to what she… Continue reading The Footpath (2)
Footsteps… Silence… Footsteps again Then silence… The night wind blew her hair backwards in slow motion as she looked behind her shoulders to be sure no one was following her. Nobody was in sight, so she kept walking on; clutching her purse in one hand and heels in another. Fear was getting the… Continue reading The Footpath (1)
If you’re a woman out there, still struggling to be the best version of you, struggling to get over the pains and oppressions you’ve felt and nursed, struggling to harness the beauties that come with being a woman, struggling with not letting the society define you or your goals. If you’re still struggling to… Continue reading Still I Rise – Maya Angelou
When we crossed over into year 2015, a lot of people had new year resolutions and to-be-achieved goals all written down, and one of my resolutions was to do epic stuff this year. I was about to tick that as an achieved goal until I heard of the ‘Abba Father’ stage play.… Continue reading Stage Play Of The Year: Abba Father By Peace Oni
