On the banks of the Zambezi River, a birder sits, a rifle by his side, a piccolo plastered to his lips, elegant fingers picking the keys in hoodoo feats; the music swims away with the swooshing wind. Afore the blood-red sunset merges with the earth at the horizon. The songbird too entwines in the crooning, her voice like poesy in a…
Where are those beautiful days When children pluck their happiness at night, Listening to folklores under the mango tree smiling at them like an aesthetic bud on a pristine flower? Where are those beautiful days When bothers groove jauntily in our local village, Pleasuring on fresh fetched palm wine From the elongated iroko tree, And playing àyó…
IntroductionChallenges are ever present in life situations. The classroom is not exempted as all persons and things that interact in a learning environment are capable of breeding conflicts. It is important to note that learning occurs when we are able to identify and eliminate problems that may arise in the classroom. DefinitionA positive mindset in…
I wasn’t sure how or why, but somehow, the rain at the first light of day told us why the sun would come out late and why the climbers on the hedge would be left uncut. I never thought about a river in America, but I knew one here in Nigeria, and I know…
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Mud water When I say each folds of their Agbada swallows a citizen, I mean my brothers’ souls have been crushed under each of its folds. When I say a movement of their feet crushes the leaders of tomorrow, I mean we are like a cockroach caught under a huge feet. …
Dear X, Do you want to know when everything went wrong? When I was six, my mother died. She was sick. I don’t remember much but, I think she had some sort of kidney or liver disease. Anyway, she died just a few months before I turned seven. My step-brother, from my dad’s…
after a busy day, i logged onto Facebook to have a conversation with my favorite people & then came a friend request. a request from a girl who never wanted to hold me like a Catholic rosary. her prayers were reflections of how our love drowned behind grandma’s old zinc house. i held this girl like the way christ held…
Do you have a message for someone? Does something bother you? Has the world been unkind to you and you want to yell? Or rant? What about love: are you in love? Have you loved? Do you have something to say to your lover, or EXES? Are you hurting? What about faith? What about the…
