One Good Slap.

You could tell that she was in love with him by the way her body bounced with each word she said to him, it was like watching a puppy with a beloved master who had been away for an hour. She was nearly pretty, almost beautiful from the joy his closeness wrought. Continue reading →

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Sisi and Bobo- Part 1

Sisi in red framed glasses and tall thin bobo are sitting beside each other in a danfo descending Eko bridge into Marina, Sisi and Bobo have boarded the same danfo several times and Bobo always gives someone else his change, just before she asks. She is tired of his apologetic smiles so she makes faces at him when she sees him. This is the first time they’re sitting beside each other. Continue reading →

Dear Lagos

Lagos,

Foundation of a thousand castles 

Graveyard of a million dreams

City of endless toil

Oasis at every corner

Glittering northstar 

Hell’s embassy

Crusher of fragile hearts

Destroyer of the weak

They say you’re the biggest,

Their geography as valid as a two thousand naira note,

They say you’re the best, Eko for show

They say you’re golden, old enough to have sense.

A plethora of shiny faces wishing you well,

At each succeeding bus stop.
Yet you let him dance with hope, under the tunnel

Bleeding and dying, while life pulsed around him

Three hours they said, he bargained for life,

Waiting for flashing lights to take him to safety,

Hoping to touch love one last time.

But you wrapped him in a bodybag

Your work complete, as his soul rose to the sky

Accepting the sacrifice of your favourite son.

The one on a yellow throne with madness in his eyes 

And gin and weed chanting his oriki. 
Dear Lagos,

In your crevasse I was born,

In your shadow I thrive

I wish it is hate that makes my blood sputter and pop

As I think of you,

Shame lights my veins instead, slowly it consumes me.

Dear Lagos, 

Be kinder to your children, 

Listen please,

For I will say it again.

Stop killing your young.

Time after time.

  Recently I was telling my bestie how I thought Cyndi Lauper’s “Time after time” was a song about a mother and a daughter, his laughter still rings in my head even now. I almost felt foolish but I knew I had good reason to have thought so. My mother used to sing the chorus to me all the time when I was a little girl. 

If you’re lost you can look – and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you – I’ll be waiting
Time after time

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