Crushed (Life’s Tales #4)

Drops and sheets of water Precipitating unto the planet: The Earth's been cooled The plants refreshed The tiny are snails out- Eggs transformed can now have a chance at life A chance to rejoice in creation But man born unto a woman Is of many sorrows He can feel the cool wind splashing on his …

The financial whiz- managing your finances (Life’s Tales #3)

The spotlight beams on a tall, slender, brown-skinned woman in her 50’s, walking down the street; a polythene bag in one hand, the other hand tying her wrapper tightly, so it doesn’t fall off. With the same cloth on every day, she certainly lives below the poverty line in Nigeria, West Africa, but she’s got …

Life’s tales- Fixed up

She knew she had wronged a soul. Every so often, I would walk calmly into the consulting room after being called in, utter a cool “Good morning ma,” and slip unto the dental patient chair. A dental patient Chair The room had the chair at its centre. A cupboard which housed mouth casts and impressions …

Life tales- The threshing and winnowing experience

It’s almost two years now, but my first-hand experience is still as fresh and vivid as it can be. Sometimes around November, 2018; I encountered threshing, winnowing and packaging of grains. Threshing out Soyabean manually After planting and watching these crops grow, we processed them manually in their large quantities and varieties. Ranging from maize …

A Chance to Live Again

Dawn was struggling to break forth. Tunji turned on the bed, chest downwards, face nuzzled against the pillow. In an attempt to further lull himself to sleep, he pulled the blanket over. The orthopaedic bed was indeed a blessing, but the blessing wasn’t shining forth this particular morning. In place of finding solace in the …

A Poem-The Aging Tragedy

Here goes the -poem for the week- for you to muse on(winks). What do you think it means? Uhn? Read through dear, the interpretation lies below. And you definitely would want me to know your interpretation of this. Enjoy! "Dear Ajike, The Lions are cryingRummaging the leftover on the dunghill The drums can't talk.The flute …

Unveiled- Episode 2

Her small body tensed in his hand, bracing up for whatever was to come. Slowly, she turned as he led the way; following sheepishly to the cultivated portion of land in their compound. ‘Keep following me’ he says and turns to take a quick glance at her. ‘Mummy used to say small snakes can be …

Unveiled-Episode 1

‘Funke!’ He screams out loud from the backyard in his nothing-short-of-girlish voice, puberty a few years away from him. ‘Yes!’ She responds. Dressed in a short grey dress, her very best of house-wears. Play-clothes as their mother likes to call them, she shuffles her tiny legs to the corridor, stands on her tiptoes against the …

The Mighty Oak…

It stands firmly, deeply rooted. The roots spread it's tentacles. The small, but forceful rootlets find their way through the invisible roads of the soil, traverse the unseen pathways of the dark earth. A perfect footing is obtained for its feet. It then comes out plain to the visible eyes. We see it dressed in …

The Process

Here I come Written of me in the volumes of the book? People talk of predestination But does it mean a predestination to preside over present premises? Where do men get the strengthening for the lengthening, not shortening, nor 'short-circuiting' of their dreams? Do we just speculate, not really knowing how to navigate towards the …