When I drift to Lagos I’ll be a star; I’ll stand on raised platforms and own the stage; I’ll howl my heart’s hunger and win applause. Just wait!
When you are so close, yet so far away
Where the tongue gets past the elbow
I imagine that you would like to take a walk with me. Come, let me lead you by the hand, and show you a way you’d never be. Never be, had I not met you. Never be, had I not stared At you, all those times, in longing; Hoping you’d but notice that I cared… Continue reading Imagine
We are not known for much here. We are liars, snakes and no good touts, thieves, agberoes and hustling beings. We are not nice people, we know that. But the world is not a nice place and we survive. So you ask, how can these pocket picking, weed smoking, gin drinking, shirtless dancing people find… Continue reading We are here
Antoinette-Rita is an established lawyer and writer, more at home with poetry than any other genre, but here she manages to exhibit an admirable level of prowess in the field of prose and fluid narration.
Because shii happens...
♦ Sincere people are a rarity. This is because people have been deceived that being smart entails deception. Whoever believes such believes himself to be smart; which is a lie, since the belief is itself a lie. The real smartness should lie in being able to get what you wish by genuine means, despite the… Continue reading Keep. Life. Simple.
His gaze traveled down my chest and he waved his finger around it, almost as if he was trying to touch it but some invisible force was stopping him. He suddenly looked remorseful, smiled wryly and said, “Fola, when your breasts stop looking like buttons, you will understand.”