I attended an all-boys Catholic School-College of Saint Joseph Vom. Part of the tradition in the school was to always look your best. Every new term was a mini Paris fashion week. Boys will resume school with the latest sneakers and Khaki pants they could lay their hands on. It didn’t stop at the PantsContinue reading “UNDER BOX”
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My Idan!
Most people have a sentimental attachment to things. It is almost like a Vestigial organ- you can do without it ,but it isn’t entirely useless. For some is a purse of string around a supple neck. Others a piece of dial wrapped around the wrists that tells time even if it is only right twiceContinue reading “My Idan!”
My Idan!
Most people have a sentimental attachment to things. It is almost like a Vestigial organ- you can do without it ,but it isn’t entirely useless. For some is a purse of string around a supple neck. Others a piece of dial wrapped around the wrists that tells time even if it is only right twiceContinue reading “My Idan!”
Congo ‘s Necklace
Men Refuse to shake hands and Wars start. Men fall on one side and the other side raise flags Mothers born sons to become drafts. The fight in the air and fall like birds Fight in the seas and turn carcass Fight in land and become manure. Why are wars fought ? Who are theContinue reading “Congo ‘s Necklace”
Juror #2.
Since the murder of the good twin in antiquity, when Came killed his brother Abel, humans cannot be trusted to act based on morals alone. Society had to evolve new ways of punishing crime . For what are humans without the law? Often than not, humans perpetrate all kinds of crimes against each other. SomeContinue reading “Juror #2.”
JUROR NO. 2
Since the murder of the good twin in antiquity, when Came killed his brother Abel, humans cannot be trusted to act based on morals alone. Society had to evolve new ways of punishing crime . For what are humans without the law? Often than not, humans perpetrate all kinds of crimes against each other. SomeContinue reading “JUROR NO. 2”
Where have you been?
Roaming the world ..partly in search of gold ,but mostly in search of my lost self. I am still asking myself same question. I have veered from the path laid out for me. I’ve gone where there are no foot paths. By the light of the moon and the remaining glitter in my soul, IContinue reading “Where have you been?”
loving you
Loving you is like chasing after the wind. Sometimes I feel it gently like the breeze Sometimes you rage like the storm. But you’re always air. Something I can’t live without. Loving you is like a bad habit. It starts off small. Little sips, few puffs. It grows from a little glass to a giantContinue reading “loving you”
Jos to Makurdi by road.
A wise man once said; ‘the journey of a thousand miles begins with a step’. Mine didn’t. It actually began with pre-departure blues. Travelling in Nigeria, whether by air, land, sea or astral projection is extreme sport. The bandits can way lay you on the highway and take any valuables you have –you, been theContinue reading “Jos to Makurdi by road.”
Dinner or Breakfast?
I write, but I doubt if it is enough to right my wrongs . The apologies in these lines can assume a different meaning; based on the tone you read them. I know how peculiar you are . I know you’re wondering why some words drift into the margins. I’ve left out the emojis, IContinue reading “Dinner or Breakfast?”
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