A Love Letter
Written by Owolabi Awwal To Ajoke, pure and simple, beautiful and amazing, whose heart agrees with mine Dear Ajoke, I begin this letter with everything that has weight and occupy space, everything that lives yet exists only in man’s imagination. I’ve come to your door…
Olajuwon Joseph Olumide: A Note to Destiny
Obianuju, My oracle says I should find purpose before partner. How shortsighted mysteries can still be. Even mysteries cannot fully demystify this epiphany that I will be. Before I begin to learn the fatherly lore of earthly wisdom & philosophies, somehow I had known who…
Adesina Ajala: A Letter To Noroh
Dar(l)ing Noroh, It’s been eons my phone giggled to your fond calls, and for countless nights, I’ve hushed to WhatsApp, to binge on your soothing words only to get my eyes wet again when your D.P. reminded me of wilted wreaths and faded epitaphs. In…
RETURNING HOME I
Fatima is muttering prayers as she walks down the narrow path which leads home. She cannot stop peering through her shoulder. Everywhere is silent. The kind of silence which injects fear. When all a person hears is the chirping of crickets singing lullabies for street…
LETTERS TO MY SON I
Dear son, I have told you before that loving a woman is like roasting a yam tuber. You have to stay near, without minding the heat of the fireplace. You have the smoke which escorts the nearly unbearable heat to contend with. If you are…
Tell Me How To Woo Adaobi
How to woo Adaobi
Jerome
Those who lag behind in life’s race, are they God’s specimens to the experimental end of eliciting our gratitude?
Memories, the clay with which we hold our demons.
On cool evenings like this, when my fingers hurt and my palms get really pale, I crawl into my bed, wrap myself away and listen to Don Williams. Then I wonder why death lets us sip from a glass of fine wine, only to tickle our throats till we spill the wine to its very last droplet.
A Broken Wrung On The Ladder Of Memories
On the ladder of memories, it was not the way the night stretches a blanket of darkness across the sky that endeared it to me. My best friend in the corpers’ lodge; Segun, thought I had cuddled the moon under the canopy of glittering stars…
