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Hi Bye

‘You had me at hello,”

I hated that line.

Cos it made romance look as easy as

Making this rhyme

Life is hard, love is harder

I’m marking time

Paying more attention to the tick tock

Than I pay my feline

First time I saw her she was

standing in line

You won’t believe how many things

came to mind

Every move I made from then on

Was to make her mine

But I was full of shit

Like I had dysentery

Running my mouth – but I did that decently

At least

Leaned over her shoulder

Said ‘hello, that’s a good buy.’

If only she knew I said hello

Just to say goodbye.

photo courtesy of nwaong

                                                                    photo courtesy of nwaong

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Bag Lady III – Me

“Where is my black purse, you man-snatching ashawo?”

Lola looked like a train trying to go in two directions at once; back out the door she just came through or towards the bed a few feet in front of her.

The bed won.

She knew how the Israelites felt; wading through the Red Sea – except the walls were not of water this time. They were made of Bisi’s eyes; staring tidal waves and thunderstorms at her.

She made it to the bed and collapsed on it, cool softness accepting her in spite of herself. “What purse?”

Bisi’s words were bullets shot point-blank into a bulletproof vest. “My black felt purse! The black –“

“Bisi, I didn’t take your purse. You know I’d tell you before I touch anything of yours –“

Really?! Like you told me before sleeping with Jude?!”

There it was, out in the open.

The burn of tears compelled Lola to close her eyes and she wished the bed would just swallow her whole.

“I didn’t sleep with him. We – I kissed him…I was drunk! I have hated myself since that night – done everything I could to make you forgive me…” Her voice disappeared with the suddenness of power failure.

“There are some things you can’t take back.” Bisi sounded like she had razor blades in her throat. “It doesn’t matter. I can’t find my purse. Who else could have taken it?”

“I didn’t take your purse.”

“Hey Bisi, you left this in my room…” Someone spoke from the door.

Both girls turned towards the voice. It was Bisi’s sister Dare, holding up a black felt purse.


One of A Kind Mother

No. She’s Not Mine

We’re just siblings of a kind

But I’m blessed I met her

Before I left the earth

Not everyday you meet people with unspoilt hearts

We’ve all been through so much; carrying souls black as hearth

Through it all, she maintains a crooked smile,

Braveheart; now that’s a roofless sky

So I pray

More genuine reasons to smile go her way

God grace shows her His way

His will and kindness over her life; hold sway.

Lady of Hearts

Lady of Hearts

Happy Birthday, Nneka.


Drama

 

That’s what it was. That’s the only way I can describe it.

D.R.A.M.A.

Imagine waking up on a Saturday morning…stretching and looking forward to a day characterized by washing, cooking, eating, sleeping and maybe a movie or two…ALL IN YOUR HOUSE.

And then less than three hours later you’re on your way to see your friend whose boyfriend had battered her close to death.

Which kain life be dis?

At least that’s what I was thinking as I boarded the BRT bus on my way to Igho’s house. Which kain life?!

We all thought Dele was a sweet and innocent guy. We all thought he was made for Igho when she finally said yes to him and they started dating. They looked so good together…even I was a bit envious. I was jealous of my friend.

But I loved her a lot – I still do obviously; so I made her joy mine. I encouraged and advised and supported her – even though I was single and hurting myself. She deserved to be happy.

So when did this Dele of a guy become a boxer – beating my friend to a pulp?

I won’t lie to you; I was scared witless. I did not know what I was going to do once I got to his house in Ajah…I just knew I wanted to be with my friend. Her voice…when she called me that morning was like a whisper.

Suddenly I was crying. I did not want to lose my friend…not that way at all. It was not the best way to say goodbye to her…and I was not ready to do that just yet.

“This BRT bus should hurry jo,” I mumbled under my breath, wiping my eyes with my scarf and hoping none of the other passengers would notice. It did not look like they did.

I had dropped at CMS before I remember the okada ban. I was in a hurry – so I just took a cab down to Ajah straight to Dele’s house. It was with heart in mouth I paid the cab man and walked towards the compound.

The gate stood open.

A forebooding kind of silence enveloped the compound and it was with knocking knees I stepped in. A sprawling duplex, I was not sure exactly which was Dele’s apartment but I recognized his car – a red Toyota Avensis. I looked for the gateman to ask which was his apartment but there was no one in sight. Walking carefully, my heartbeat pounding loud in my ears, I walked towards the only door I could see – one in the side of the house.

I knocked – and then the door opened under my hand.

“Hi babe!”

That was Igho. I swear my eyes swam. I think I might have fainted for a bit, because the next time I came to myself, I was half-sitting half lying on the couch with Igho holding a glass of cold water to my lips. I looked at her face closely for signs of battery but all I could see was shinning teeth and sparkling eyes set in a glowing face. 

I took a small sip of the water before I could speak. “Igho…what’s going on?”

My friend hugged me firmly. “I knew I could count on you to come running. I’m sorry I tricked you like that, but I needed you to come as fast as possible,” She grinned impishly. “And there you are.”

I sat up, feeling a bit better. “Why the deception?”

And then I noticed there were two people standing in a doorway. Two men.

One was Dele. I could not see the other guy clearly…but he looked vaguely familiar…

Oh no. Not him.

Not Obi…

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For Days and A Night, my first book coming soon. Get ready.

 


Dide

You know; I really don’t think she remembers me;
And if she does; I bet she thinks I’m another member. Me!
But I know those eyes; I know them
I’ve seen them too many times; I know they sing an anthem
You know what I think? But why should you care?
After all, I’m the ‘new guy’! Indeed…yeah.
But you know – how you feel something rare;
And it has nothing to do with love or sex; for a year,

Hello, pretty friend

I imagine I would be here; or maybe not,
I am a normal guy, I am not a nut
I know – she thinks sometimes I really act strange;
Like ‘why does he walk when he is made for a range?’
But; and then a very large but,
People fear what they don’t understand; why not?
Stand up! That’s the first thing I say to her;
‘Stand up!’ It’s a name not many can bear,
Maybe due to fear; or maybe not,
One question tho; can we be friends…?