Some times, you forget to turn off the tap. Then you go to bed. One such plumbing mistake in a bedsitter would find you waking up by the seaside. Life can be a total beach in a bedsitter. Black-outs in bedsit land? Misery too. … More Once upon a bedsitter …
That’s why I’ll miss Otis. I’m sure his wifey never discovered our numerous escapades through breathalyzer checkpoints, completely unscathed by the law. Mark you, Otis was rarely home. I’ll long for the inebriated attempts to sing some golden country music such as “country road, take me home” that Otis did at the wheel; having arrived at the gate in one piece at 1 a.m. Most times he’d visit my quarters at the top-most floor the following day-break before wifey got up and leave me with the remnant oranges, lemons, gum and other chewables that were myriads attempts to drown the smell of alcohol that she loathed. “Mrs. Otis didn’t entertain edible paraphernalia in the house unless brought by her,” Otis often claimed. … More Tragedy at House No. 352
If you’ve been longing for something more than plum jam on your breakfast rolls in the mornings; I think traffic jams in a Nairobi nganya would be a bemusing experience. It’s always your attitude, remember? Today, like many other days, I got that real firsthand experience on that macabre Nairobian morning ritual – traffic jam. … More Morning traffic ritual … a relish?
It is these little pieces of interruptions called ‘growth’ that actually spoil childhood. You remember those days when you told someone you loved them and really meant it? That age. That’s when one plus one was plainly two and there was nothing to hide about that. Then, the glass was really not half empty, neither was it half full. You just broke the glass. … More WildVentures with kids …
Growing up, i found it confusing trying to get the real meaning of what it is to be a teenage boy: boisterous, uninhibited, preoccupied with having fun with pals; even playful though less than a child but with vigour than a man. In life, it is a fleeting interlude — a time when boys are … More Aye… Troubled teens?
A baby is born on a plane from Lagos – why would a woman take such a risk? … More A baby is born on a plane from Lagos – why would a woman take such a risk?
Half of a Yellow Sun is a novel by the Nigerian author Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. Published in 2006 by Knopf/Anchor, it tells the story of the Biafran War through the perspective of the characters Olanna, Ugwu, and Richard. … More Review: Half of a Yellow Sun by Chimamanda
The cafeteria was opened right on time, 8 am, and i dashed in for breakfast. That’s been my routine for 4 years. A loyal 4 years i must say. The waitress knows me, in fact, here though it’s self service, it’s different for me. She comes to where i’m seated, ‘Boss, your breakfast bill has … More Voices in my head (2)
Hey pal, i didn’t tell you about Saturday. I promised I’d be telling my fans everything! No secrets! Sato was FUN! Of course i normally don’t plan my days. If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy. If it were merely challenging that would be no problem. But i arise every morning torn … More Voices in my head (1)
pawpaw ripe and heavy, falls into fish pond, fish scamper to safety, the world they’ve always known, is liquid and square six metre wide, sheltered from piercing sun rays, by mango trees east, sheltered from piercing hunger, by poop from chicken house, that lies above the pond, suspended chicken house it is, like a castle … More POEM: Hanukkah’s Farm