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  • The Sting of Death

     Oh! The sting of death Like a thief in the night Your cold vice like grip Snuffed the life out of him He was too young So young he could barely say a word You prevented him of the chance to Explore the world He only glanced at it But did not cherish or despise it Oh! The sting of death His parents cried their eyes out You took away their pride You took away their sunshine You took away their joy You plunged them into grief And bereavement The household will never be the same again The cry for a lost child will continously rent the air For he was the only seed Oh!More

  • The Dream Date

     The first day i met you Your smile hit me like a whirlwind And left me breathless Your eyes were wet with passionate compassion Full of love, care and concern I was transfixed and enchanted by it Never had i seen so much tenderness When you spoke, the words came tumbling Out of slightly parted lips; The words were sonorous, like a musical note Or an orchestrated tone I took in your pulchritude and well endowed body Slowly making sure i did not miss the smallest detail Of God's wonderful creationThat did the magic I was thrown into a fantasy A dream of having you close; Of staring into your eyes and Tracing your lips with my finger Of whispering sweet words into your ears Telling you how much i need you The feeling grew intense with each passing day Until The fantasy became a nightmare A wonderful nightmare that lives with me Went everywhere with me and Refused to go away no matter how hard i triedAs i write I do so because i cannot Keep the feeling to myself alone I need to share it with you And with everyone who cares to listen Maybe this will help make my fantasy A reality A reality capped with beautiful scenes of love Your image will always haunt me Just like your charm has weakened my will-power And made me a prisoner of circumstance My shackles would only be broken if you become mine Because you will forever live in my heart of heartsI am a Nigerian and an avid reader who also take great pleasure in putting pen to paper. I believe that with the right expression of words written with my pen people could change for the better and correct or curb some ills eating deep into our system of government or life in general. Poverty and corruption have always being Africa's most dreaded diseases and Nigeria is no exception.More

  • Nigeria: A Cry To God

     Oh Lord! For how long will paupers Remain in this horrible state? They get kicked around like lepers By political “juggernauts” They don’t get a fair share of anything Because, like the ignorant and nonchalant “Bigwigs” put it ‘They are problematic and deserve to be in A trash can’Oh Lord!More

  • Foolproof Muder

     I pulled a chair up and sat on it. Titi was sitting directly opposite me, her skirt hitched up just above her knees. I smiled at her as I tried not to fix my gaze on her partially exposed laps.More

  • The Journey (Phase One)

     I slept in snatches that night. I always do whenever I have a big day ahead of me. I swung my feet off the bed and onto the carpeted floor.More

  • Fatal Accident (3)

     Mick poured himself a shot of whiskey, his hands trembled and he could not help spilling a large quantity of whiskey on his rug carpet. He walked on shaky legs with the shot of whiskey in his hand to the table were the pictures lay, keeping his eyes away from the corpse. He sank slowly onto the sofa.More

  • The Scars of Poverty

     The screeching of tortured tyres, the frantic slamming of a car brake and the resounding thud of a body sent me racing towards the scene of the incident. A handful of people had also heard the deafening sound and had crammed around muttering curses under their breath.Laying in the pool of his blood, was a child of about eight years old.More

  • Fatal Accident (2)

     The Quartz grandfather wall clock chimed 10 o’clock as sergeant Ken walked to his desk from the toilet. Ken was thirty-two years old, married with two kids. He was short and thickset; he had big eyes, broad nose and an equally wide mouth.More

  • Fatal Accident (1)

     The night was so dark that Ann could not see her palm, yet she walked on. It had rained a deluge that afternoon and the aftermath of the torrent was devastating. Besides some houses it damaged, most of the streets were filled with muddy water.More

  • Christmas and New Year Celebrations: How Significant?

     I remember vividly as if it were yesterday when I was only a little boy; I looked forward to Christmas and New Year holidays with an air of relief, satisfaction and relaxation. Relief, because I had the rare chance of putting a pause to the hectic and daily school schedule; satisfaction because it was a time to show off that cloth that ‘daddy’ bought for me and relaxation because I would go out with my family and friends to have a nice time.As I cracked open the hard shell of childhood and emerged into adulthood, I discovered there was more to Christmas and New Year celebrations than just frolicking, chewing the fat and having a good time.More