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A Jar of Cookies

You are at your desk at work and by your arm sits a jar of your favourite cookies. You reach in, pull one out and make it delight your mouth then reach in, pull another out make it delight your…

House Number 29

She's at the cafe window, mug in handa young man steps into her viewout of an Uber, now sliding away. His ironed shirt, his fresh haircuteverything on him speaks intentionexcept his feet; queasy, andas willing as a flat tyre. He…

Communal Tragedy

The fire's last embers long died outand empty beds remain emptyempty yesterdayempty today and forever but who remembers? It is the way of our worldthat it happensthat we shake in shock as we grapple with the tragedy at our door.…

Book ‘n’ Gauge

Event : Book 'n' Gauge 2.0 ; An Evening with Tolu Akinyemi and Seun Lari-Williams Venue: Herbet Macaulay Library, Herbert Macaulay Way, Yaba, Lagos, Nigeria. Date: Sunday 29th October 2017 Organised by Rovingheights Books and sponsored by GTbank

A Man Who Cooks

That Monday morning, I did not wake up in a hurry. I did not run into the shower. I did not jump into my clothes, and breakfast was not left-overs from Sunday night’s dinner. I lounged lazily, with Ezinwanne and Nneka watching a TV drama series. None of us had...
The True Nigerian

The True Nigerian

Early in the morning a true Nigerian meets a friend and like a game of ping-pong they play with greetings. “How is your wife?” “she is fine!” “And the children?” “they are fine!” “How is work?” “work is fine!” “Your father’s health?” “he’s doing well!” Then one says a greeting…

Hard Things

The second hardest thing in the word is finding you. because precious things are hard to find. The hardest thing in the world is losing you because losing you is losing me. These hard things easily make the easiest thing in the world keeping you and loving you till you've…

A Pot of Mud

Last night the boy was thirteen This morning he is thirty To look out of his window Asking ‘where did the days go?’ Like pages of an open book Turned by the wind. But that is truth and that is life To sleep a child and wake a man And…

A Word About The Sun

A Word About The Sun It was already That time of the day That ushers the day away. Across the sky The weary sun Seemed to sashay away As we sat across her Beholding her grace; Perhaps the noblest of…

Waiting!

Waiting! The water a man will drink Cannot flow past him Is what Grandmother told me. So I stand here, patiently And wait.   The morning has come The traders have gone To setup their stalls But I stand here…

To Cook A Stone

To Cook A Stone Don’t ask me How I feel A butcher doesn’t flinch When he leads the humble sheep The way the stew is cooked. Don’t pull me From my tears That drown me every day By words you…

The Girl Across The Street

Thursday evening, two minutes past six You were standing by our street With your (talkative) friend Your skirt gently teasing the wind. I overhead you saying you know me (A neighbour from across the street) So I assumed your (talkative)…

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