Tempest (4)

I was in class the following day when Dare sent a reply that told me he already knew I was going to change when I became an undergraduate. An excerpt from his message reads: “Is that not how all of you do? We teach you what it means to be a big girl and then…

Tempest (3)

Dare was the guy I dated as an SS3 student. Don’t be shocked. He wasn’t even my first. I like to call him my fourth, although the third relationship I had is best referred to as a “half” relationship, for a number of reasons that included we never seeing each other throughout the period. It…

Like Fire

  Have you ever looked for people who are doing similar things to what you do? Like scroll through someone else’s Facebook wall, or Instagram handle, etc. I have. I sometimes scroll through other writers’ wall here on Facebook (someone like Ife-Grace Dada, who I have never met but have been greatly inspired by) or…

Tempest (2)

I eventually went to a fellowship service the following Sunday—but not the one that sister invited me to. I chose the one Sandra attends. I loved the worship session; the harmony of the voices of the worship team was undeniably perfect. There was a time during the service that I thought everyone else, but me,…

Tempest (1)

PROLOGUE Fear and faith dined together. Forgiveness sought to buckle Anger’s shoe. In the city of being true, comparison owned a tent. We were beaten blue and black in the village of Yore. Our backs ached from burdens that were not ours. We bit our lips and whimpered, but that was all we could do….

Called

Nifemi looked at Uche again, this time very stealthily. Uche’s plump arms were raised, and her eyes completely shut. She looked even prettier. Nifemi winced again. She knew she should be praying like other people, but her thoughts were nothing close to the prayer point.   She looked at the brother leading prayer as he…

We see the future too

Embittered, battered and betrayed To the empty world our minds relay The wordless anguish of the raped Forgotten, silenced and laid. *****   The memory of the nightmare Still fights to keep our hearts bare Even in the midst of the funfair All we hear is the sound of the tear. *****   The world…

I didn’t die

Alani, I loved you My desire for you was tempestuous Like a quest for water in the desert I thought I would not make it without you But I didn’t die. ********** Asake, your beauty consumed me Like a fire devours dry twigs and leaves Your eyes were like fire, exposing the depths of me…

Image

This is a word that has several meanings, one of which is the mental picture or the impression one has about someone or something. Impression is more about what something seem, and not necessarily what it is. When I wanted to start taking writing (which is an example of a public affair) much seriously, one…

The Custodian

“Please pass that wheat to me,” Ashpenaz said, as she tried to sniff out the wheat powder that must have blocked her nostrils. Rekabah did as she asked and then looked at her face closely. “Are those puffy eyes I’m seeing?” “Ash, have you been crying?” She said again, as she examined Ashpenaz’s face, swinging…

Untitled.

This morning, I had wanted to write in an exegetic manner, but I sensed God would just have me simply transcribe this portions of the Scriptures as they are:   “What shall we then say to these things? If God be for us, who can be against us? He that spared not his own Son,…

God’s “Crazy” Thoughts.

What if as you lie right on your bed Battling with your fears and failures An angel appears and calls you “Mighty”? Would you look up and laugh him to scorn? Maybe I would, or I may even ignore him. He must have missed where he was going. ****** What if as you sweep your…