Myriad of drumbeats rock my ears, Angry outpours of gangan drums thump the village atmos. They are torrents of rage uttered by oppressed hearts, and belched from hungry tummies, Tummies which had managed to live on N5 a day, Now forced to live on N2 this day. At the table my wants I call. My [...]
Across my silenced candle stick I lay, "Krà krà krà" My bamboo bed murmured and creaked under my weight, Well woven thatches of raffia, overhead they hang. "Woooooo wooooooo" Cries of bush babies echo in the stygian firmament. A stygian cloud engulfs my red bùbá and sóóró àdìres hanging on the wall, Even [...]
Naijatreks ‘Who Wants To Be A Millionaire’… (Let’s See how much you know about Naija)… Q1. Now What is the Name of this Cave?
In Isarun land, so far away, Hid a timeless orifice, A hole so stygian, inside like the night, A tunnel, ensconced in granite, Air so light, its heart, without life, Temperatures at 40deg Fahrenheit, In past times, gave life, its shelter, 11,200 B.C; a home for Yoruba man, So old, far older than Oduduwa, Alack!Liars [...]
Beneath a massive outcrop, The earth opens wide its buttocks Like a torn mouth, it farts the odour of bat’s guano. Across the gloomy expanse, Mini vampires parade the air like vultures around a cadaver. Regarded as King among the numerous ‘Iho’ in the city of inselbergs, Yet so humble it reposes in the solitary [...]