Burdened…

Kosarachi set the tray down in precise angles, the edge of the tray was perpendicular to the breadth of the table, the two plates exactly equidistant from the outer rim of the tray. Chikezie’s heart rate sputtered as he drew closer to the table. This could only mean one thing, Kosarachi wanted something.

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Fat as a Cow…

So he started singing a song I had never heard before.

“It was my mother’s favourite song,” he explained as he continued to sing the song about Samson and his downfall.

“How come it was her favourite song yet I never heard it?” I asked.

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Roll-Over October

October is rolling over while November’s eager to replace it. I hope it’s better than October was, it had better be much better. It would be nice if November came with plenty blessings and rewards for the efforts of months gone by, wouldn’t it? Can I hear an Amen in the house?

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Because I’m Bad…

I don’t think I’m tired of this blog yet but it’s getting harder and harder to put my thoughts out here and even on social media if I’m being completely honest. I don’t know why this is, why I want to keep my thoughts to myself for the most part, I wonder if I’ll ever be able to regain the freedom to share my thoughts as I did in 2016 especially. I’m going to ramble a little on this post, I’m abandoning order.

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So Long, Majek.

Sometime last year, there was a rumour that Majek Fashek had died but I didn’t believe it for one second and unsurprisingly, it was confirmed that he was still alive. This morning however, when I saw the announcement of his death on a friend’s WhatsApp status, I screamed. The sky was a sickly shade of grey and the rain sounded as if the sky was crying. I knew it was true, Majek the rainmaker had gone home.

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Get Up and Dance!

I listen to music when I write, or read or cook – especially while cooking, takes my mind off the tedium. This evening I’m reviewing a manuscript and set my playlist on random because I need the jolt of strange songs so I wouldn’t fall asleep. I rarely do that. I like to control what I listen to. Continue reading →

Till You Turn To Wanderer.

One of the easiest and surest ways to annoy me is by making sweeping, derogatory statements about ‘Nigerian Youths’ around my space. Nigerian youths are lazy, unemployable, unmotivated, unserious or whatever other adjective you want to use, keep it to yourself.

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Overjoyed In A Square Circle.

The title of this post is taken from the title of one of my favourite songs and the album it’s from. Stevie Wonder the aptly named Miracle, penned and sang the song in 1985 – a couple of years before I was born. I listened to the song as I typed the bulk of this post and I’m just discovering on Wikipedia that Earl Klugh strummed the guitar for this song.

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