Nothing is as colourful as your smile
I can hear your soul from a mile
Nothing is as sweet as this wine
Except your soft hand in mine
Wednesday, February 5, 2020
Wednesday, July 19, 2017
Desire
Sacred
time stands
Still,
hearts flip flop
To
intricate soul-strings
Pulls
by cupid’s thumb
A
rush
Of
hot dolorous desire
A
rain of
Golden
bliss
Falling
as roses
On
prurient paths
Tuesday, May 16, 2017
Hearts as a Ferry
We live, die
Gloomy, cry
We fall, rise
Once or twice
Joyful, we merry
Our heart as a ferry
On boisterous, boisterous sea
We taste, rain
Spring here, again
Giddy, we kiss
The universe, bliss
Joyful, we merry
Our heart as a ferry
On boisterous, boisterous sea
We love, bloom
Sonorous as noon
We drink the sun
High on us
Joyful, we merry
Our heart as a ferry
On boisterous, boisterous sea.
Saturday, February 11, 2017
CITY OF STORMs - PART TWO
A frosty morning in Jos; it was still
dark when Tolani Philips had alighted from the luxurious bus into the dark
quiet terminus, the cold carving out a chilly welcome. It was 3am in the
morning. As she dragged out her luggage, her teeth chattered with cold and
something else: fear. Fear of the unknown. Nervous, she sat on one of her boxes
and waited.
When she received her NYSC posting
letter few days earlier, she had panicked. Lots of gory tales had been told
again and again about the old North and its violent tendencies; about
Christians and settlers gulping the red every now and then. Her mother had tried everything to make sure
she served in Lagos but all in vain.
“Tolani, I am scared,” her mother had
said, finally putting words to her fears. “I don’t want you to go. It is
dangerous.”
“I thought so too, mum,” Tolani had
replied. “But what can we possibly do? I have to go, otherwise I will never get
a job. I need that NYSC certificate.”
Her mother hesitated for a moment and
then said “In that case, I will go with you…”
“No way, mum!” Tolani protested, her
face split with shock . “Am an adult, not a child.
‘Not a child? We are talking about
serious stuff here.’
‘I know but I am not a kid.’
‘Yes but you are still my kid.’
‘Mom, I need to do this alone.’
‘I know but I lost my cousin to the
slippery hands of the north.’
‘Yeah, yeah. You already told me that a
million times. But I am not your cousin.’
‘Because you are untouchable?’
‘No mom, no one is untouchable. You need
to discard your fears. Besides, people are out there and they are okay. Beside,
this is the right thing to do.”
“Yes but I don’t want anything bad to
happen to you.”
“Don’t worry. I will be fine. I
promise.”
Now in Jos, and as she waited in the
motor park for daylight, fear nibbled furiously. The park was littered with
young travelers, most of them on their way to NYSC camp. To while away time,
they chatted, shared nervous laughter and formed alliances for the future. But
Tolani was a loner. Her fear of the future paralysed her need to socialise.
There was one image she couldn’t get out of her head, though: cousin Olu, in
his starched corper uniform, fleeing from a throng of angry youth, chanting
allahu akbar and wielding all kinds of weapons. According to her mom, cousin
olu had taught in a village junior secondary school and he was loved by
everyone. But two months before the passing out parade, something happened that
turned his national duty to a nightmare.
One of his fellow corpers, Uche Okoro
caught a student reading the Quran during class and seized it. He took it home,
planning to give it back the next day. But fate was against him, for that
night, at the corper’s lodge, rats invaded as usual and did justice to a
portion of the holy book. Uche gave it back and tried to explain what happened
but in vain. Three days later and in the middle of the night, they came. They grabbed
Uche, tortured her and finally killing her. But they didn’t stop there. They
rounded up the rest of the corper and did to them what they did to Uche. Olu
managed to escape but they haunted him and didn’t stop until he was burning
orange.
Tolani shook off the image but at the
same time wondering if she was going to end up like cousin Olu, cooked alive. But then, something magical happened as soon
as the city shed her dark cloak and daylight came with promises. Face-to-face
with Jos, the glowing capital of Plateau, the fear gave way to pure delight. It
was love at first sight and she gave herself up to be completely seduced by the
sound, the colour and the charm of that little paradise. The city pulsed with
light and morning. The streets were crowded with people on their way to work
and they all looked wonderful, vibrant and eager to be on their way. She
breathed in a crispy air and soared gloriously.
On the street of Jos, she saw people who
were like her and so many others who were unlike her. People who she thought she knew and had
judged all her life. In close proximity with all that she had feared and
despised, her prejudice drained away and she knew she would be fine.
Out of the three-week compulsory
orientation camp, and the regimentation associated with military camps, the
Oliver Twist in her asked for more. For more hallowed hills and glittering
peaks; more hillocks, fascinating gorges and volcanic table mountings; for more
of the gentle roar of nature and the swansongs of the famous River Pai; more
and more of the ancient Wase Rock as it stood guard, watching over the town of
Wase, and browbeating stubborn climbers into defeat; more of Pandam wildlife
park and its cross-like bay, more of the ancient Kaura falls, liquid magic
falling down the throat of a goddess. She asked for more and got a mighty more
in return.
Courtesy of the old Corp members already
serving at the University of Jos teaching hospital where she was posted for her
primary assignment, Tolani and her mates were hosted to a small welcome party.
It was during this party that she met the tall Hezekiah Garuba. She could not hide her intention to explore
her new-found love and he offered, like a true gentleman to be her guide. And
truth be told, he was a perfect guide and it was natural for them to fall in
love. If they were not busy attending to patients, he would be out there
introducing Tolani to the singsongs of nature and nature to the beautiful
Tolani.
Once, the adventure seekers had wandered
to Wase town. At the foot of Wase rock, Tolani shrieked like a baby, her
excitement overflowing.
‘Look!’ she crowed. ‘Isn’t it
beautiful?’
Hezekiah laughed. ‘Yes it is.’
And indeed it was. The first sight of
Wase rock and its intimidating poise always held any visitor glued to his feet
in wonder.
Her eyes glowed as she stared at the
rocky height. ‘Has any climber made it to the top?’
‘I am not sure.’
‘Really? Then, let’s go.’
Hezekiah arched her brow, wondering if
she had gone mad. ‘Go? Go where?’
‘To the top. Let’s climb this giant.’
‘Are you out of your mind?’
‘No, I am not. I have to do this or I
won’t be able to forgive myself.’
‘Come on…’
‘I am serious!’
‘Really?’
‘Please, don’t mock me.’
‘That is not what I am doing.’
‘This is really important. When I go
back to Lagos, I should be able to narrate my unforgettable romance with Wase
rock.’
‘I understand but there is no way we can
make it to the top.’
‘We can’t know if we don’t try.
Please….’ She pleaded.
Hezekiah gave in and up the rocky height
they went.
Determined to conquer nature, Tolani
kept going, pushing harder and putting every challenge beneath her feet.
Several times, she led and Hezekiah had to do the catch up. But after one hour
of nonstop climbing, it began to tell on her. She breathed heavily and her legs
ached all over. She tried to force her muscles to action and this put a serious
strain on her body. What came next happened in a blur. She suddenly blackened
out, her legs caving in. She could have
tripped had Hezekiah not supported her from behind. He guided her to a
square-shaped rock where she sat, catching her breath.
‘Are you okay?” he asked, worried.
She forced a smile. ‘Yes I am. Thank
you.’
‘You pushed yourself too far.’ He
brought out two bottled water from his rucksack and offered her one. She took a
gulp.
‘Don’t mind me.’ She said, taking
another gulp. ‘This city is having a serious effect on me. I want to explore
her completely but that is almost impossible.’
Hezekiah smiled. ‘Maybe it is not that
impossible. Why not stay after your service?’
‘I can’t do that.’
‘Why not?’
‘Because my mum will have a heart
attack.’
‘Oh your mom.’
‘Yeah, my mom.’
‘She really must hate The North.’
‘You can say that again.’
‘That is understandable, though.’ He
said. ‘This country is suffering from what I call national suspicion. Each
ethnic group is always suspicious about the other ethnic group. And suspicion
breeds fear.’
‘And fear breeds something else quite
fatal.’
‘Exactly. But I blame the colonialists.’
‘Why? They have been gone for a while.’
‘Yes but they brought together more than
two hundred ethnic groups with diverse cultures and religion and expected them
to leave together in harmony. If you ask me, the colonialists set this country
to fail’
‘Maybe we need to prove them wrong.’
‘Yes but how do we do that when our
so-called leaders are busy fanning the ember of divisions just to acquire
political power?’
‘Do you think things will ever change?’
‘Yes, I believe so. If you ask me, we
the youth can change things, we can do things differently.’
‘I agree. I am going to miss this city.’
‘Not if you stay. You want to stay,
right?.”
‘Yeah.’
‘Then talk to your mother. I am sure she
would understand.’
‘You don’t know my mother. She would
never understand. Her cousin was killed in Maiduguri.’
‘Oh. What happened?’
‘It is a long story. If I really want to
stay, I would need a justifiable reason.’
He smiled. ‘Maybe I can find you one.’
“How?’ she was curious
He flashed his white teeth once again.
‘By asking you to marry me.’
Right there on top of the great Wase
rock, he proposed. She said yes. Her mother went ballistic.
‘Are you out of your mind?’ her mother
had roared when she travelled al the way back to Lagos to inform her that she
was getting married.
‘Mum, stop. You are overreacting.’
‘Overreacting? God, I can’t believe
this. While am here praying and fasting for your safe return home, you are out
there, playing dangerous games with a Northerner!’
‘Mum, this is not a game. I love him.’
‘He is a Northerner!’
‘Yes but he is a Christian too. A
Christian like us.’
‘He is not like us. A Northerner is a northerner and I forbid you
to have anything to do with him.’
‘But I love him.’
‘No, you can’t! You do not have that
luxury.’
‘Mum, this is what I want.’
‘And what exactly do you want? To die before your time?’
‘Mum!’
‘Look here young lady, if you know that
I am your mother, you will listen to me and come back home after your passing
out parade. There is no way I will allow you to marry a northerner.’
‘Mum, I love him!’ Tolani insisted. ‘He
is the one I want to marry.’
‘Then you may have to do it without me.
There is no way I will be part of this suicide mission. Never!’
Unyielding, her mother turned a deaf ear
but then, Tolani was in love and could not be stopped. One sun-soaked weekend,
Hezekiah took her to the registry and in the presence of ten witnesses, they
became husband and wife.
The new couple headed to church that
beautiful Sunday morning to celebrate their union. As usual, the church was
boisterous. In their large numbers and colourfully attired in their Sunday’s
bests, the congregation sang and clapped, completely drunk in the spirit. It
was in the midst of this spiritual frenzy that Tolani had the sudden urge to
throw up. Feeling sick, she silently left her husband’s side and moved out of
the main auditorium towards the ladies. Behind, the atmosphere was charged.
Brethren were high in the spirit, singing and dancing, blabbing away in unknown
tongues.
She spent at least five minutes emptying
her bowel. Satisfied, she cleaned up and then stepped out. However, instead of
going straight inside the auditorium, she stepped out of the church compound in
search of something that would quench her hunger. She bought a bottle of coke
from one of the hawkers waiting in front of the church, drank it and then
retraced her steps towards the church.
All she took was three steps.
Three steps towards the church and then
it exploded!
The blast was so powerful that it threw
her backwards. When she regained consciousness, fire was everywhere. There was
pandemonium: people were screaming, and a few people limped out of the burning
church, ablaze. A crowd had gathered. Stumbling, Tolani scrambled to her feet
and rushed towards the raging fire. People held her back -She begged them to
let her save her husband but they would not let her go.
The crowd kept growing but no one knew
what to do. Suddenly, a group of gunmen
appeared from nowhere, shooting sporadically.
Curiousity turned to terror and the crowd fled. There was a stampede as
bullets flew. People were screaming, others crying but everyone was running.
Bullets kept flying. People kept crying. To escape, they stepped on one
another, punching one another, killing one another!
Somehow, Tolani managed to escape with a
broken leg. With no home to return to, she flowed with the fleeing crowd.
Friday, November 4, 2016
CITY OF STORMS - PART ONE
Though asleep, Pangshin was wide
awake. The little village was agog with muffled voices and whispers in the wild
dark. Squatting at the edge of a bully of a mountain and inhabited by five
hundred simple-minded Biroms, most of them hardworking farmers and all of them
Christians, the village was still miles away from civilization. People here
lived simply, life was ordinary and quiet. Tonight, men snored loudly and their
women, dangling between sleep and wakefulness, stirred gently. Wandering in
familiar dreams, little children wet tattered mats, while older ones muttered
senseless words. The moon was awoke too-hallowed goddess of the blue shrine.
Surrounded by the stars, she toured the dark-infested land with her bright
all-seeing eyes, giving the village a taste of her fertile goodness. She was
still in her gushing element when she saw them and gasped. The gentle moon saw
them, and became the first witness to the rage of men playing gods.
But while the hyenas were still
circling, Ruth woke with a start. She breathed heavily like a marathon runner,
her hands moving quickly around her big belly protectively. She felt the baby
kicked and heaved a sigh of relief. Her
baby was safe. Weak and heavy, she was lying down on a tattered mat, spread
across the small jagged altar, her folded wrapper serving as a pillow. Groaning
softly, she sat upright with some difficulty and her gaze wandered around the
small mud church. Lit by the kerosene lantern pastor Gyang gave her and which was
hanging on the pew, the church couldn’t have housed more than two hundred
worshippers and because it was the only church in Pangshin, it catered for the
Christian community. Long wooden benches were arranged in two rows, one for the
male worshippers and the other for the female folk. Beside the altar, two long
benches marked the choir section. Ruth was one of the five members of the
church choir. She had taken a break when her belly was getting too big for that
station.
The walls were red and wet and depressive,
the floor jagged. Ruth released a deep
troubled sigh, her heart sagging with loneliness and uncertainty. The anointed Christian church had been her
home for a week now. Suddenly, she felt a jolt of sadness and fear. Two weeks
earlier, before things went haywire for her, her doctor at the two-room
Pangshin clinic had told her she was due in two weeks. At the time, she had
been excited with the news. She couldn’t wait to see the child she had carried
and loved and had for ten years hoped for, for more than ten years. Now, that
her miracle baby was on the way, she knew she was not ready to introduce the
little bundle of joy to a world imploding. And it was all her fault. Because of
her inability to accept what she couldn’t change, her child was going to be
born in a church and surrounded by strangers and not family. But then recently,
the word family had taken a different meaning. Silently, she prayed to God for
a miracle. She prayed, hoping it would help banished her fear and uncertainty
but it didn’t. her fear blossomed like a daffodil.
She hated him for doing this to
her, that backstabbing serpent who had pretended to be her faithful husband and
while she was not looking, had her stung. He hurt her pretty bad and to exert
her vengeance, she had hurt him pretty bad too. She had several ideas, like
looking for a younger girl and allowed him to have a taste of a pregnant woman.
But she didn’t have the heart to go for that and the ones he finally settled
for, proved quite effective. First, she had gone to see the parents of the sixteen year old he
was banging late at night in the classroom, where they both taught secondary
school students , resulting in him getting mud wrestled by the girl’s father,
and hit with a pestle by the girl’s mother, bringing the fight summarily to an
end.
Ruth was not done, though. She
wanted to show the world what a jerk he was. So, she went to pastor Gyang, the
firebrand founder of the anointed Christian church of God and told him that his
Sunday school teacher was a serial adulterer. With holy anger, pastor Gyang had
him suspended as the church worker, insisting he confess his transgressions in
front of the whole congregation. Ruth’s husband, rather than humiliating
himself in front of fellow sinners, left the church instead. And angry at his
wife for her betrayal, he kicked her out into the waiting arm of the church.
Ruth snapped out of her head as
nature beckoned. She grabbed the lantern and shuffled out of the church into
the bush behind the church. It happened while she was peeing; mad gods,
shrouded in darkness and wielding guns and cutlasses surrounded the slumbering
village, waiting for the ample feast of flesh and red. The mercenaries, who
posed as Fulani herdsmen, were more than two hundred. They were an army of bloodthirsty
hyenas with sharpened fangs ready for the kill. When the chief killer gave the
signal, his foot soldiers set the village ablaze, turning rest to riot. The
villagers woke up in hell and tried scurrying to safety only to be confronted
by the beasts lurking in the shadows. Heads rolled and their bodies fell again
and again, creating a sea of gushing red.
A middle-aged man who was trying to
get his pregnant wife to safety was stopped by a gunshot. His wife was still
running when a flying arrow pierce her from behind. A fragile old woman begged
and begged for mercy and their mercy roasted her in the fire.
Yet, the cutlasses never stopped
chopping, the guns never stopped growling, the arrows never stopped flying and
heads never stopped rolling. They never stopped until the horror reached a
natural climax. When the hounds left, their patched throat was well saturated.
Sunday, February 7, 2016
GIRL AND THE DARKNESS
I saw it all.
I
saw the frightened little girl dashed inside the room, pursued by darkness. She
tried to lock the door but she wasn’t fast enough. The darkness crammed the
room with his dread and the girl screamed, praying to the universe to help save
her innocence. But the universe was
deaf that night and God was miles away.
So she begged.
‘Please don’t. Please, don’t hurt me.’
‘I don’t want to hurt you.’ said the
darkness. ‘Just want to have fun. Trust me, you will love it.’
‘I don’t want to. Please go away.’
‘No, not going anywhere.’
And so, she fought the darkness. Alone, she fought. She was a warrior, that girl was, biting and
scratching, hell-bent on tasting dark blood.
But she was just a little girl. And
little girls are no match for a demon possessed.
He punched her in the face, broke a rib
or two, reducing her to a bloody mess. Then he dragged her on the bed, pinned
her down and started working on her clothes. When he was done, she was stark
naked and this pure angel drove the darkness mad, his loins on fire. And so it
was that the mad darkness entered the little girl, giving pain and taking
pleasure. Broken, the little girl wept, her tears a river of flawless grief.
I should have saved the little girl guys
but how could I? Like you all, I was just a hungry rat looking for food.
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
Clitoris Clean
Darkness deep, haunted dreams
bastards bleeds treasury thin.
Sugary lips, moisten pit
trickers lick clitoris clean.
bastards bleeds treasury thin.
Sugary lips, moisten pit
trickers lick clitoris clean.
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