I can barely wrap my head on the ‘discovery’ of the initial warehouse in Lagos, where the supposed food items donated by the private sector were hoarded. Before one can bleep an eyelid, more discoveries were made in other places. As if that was not enough, I heard the most unintelligent argument in my entire life. The Governors’ forum or whatever body claimed they ‘reserved’ it for the second waves…
Your words hurt a lot I know You know, and you still continue Yes, because the truth hurts Why should the truth hurt? It hurts because people like you detest it Is there no way to make the truth, not hurting? It depends On what? If you have a good taste for truth How is that? If you love the truth, it will be sweet in your mouth How can…
Once upon a July The farm boisterous With scented new yams And the farmers with Faces smirk with success Noisy pounding of fluffy pounded yam basking in rabbit infested spinach Proudly escorted with freshly tapped palm wine Yeasted and frothing Sometimes in communal elation Set to coincide With many a festival And everywhere agog For the arrival of the king of swallow But the wise among the farmers knowing that…
The boisterous narratives that have enveloped social media since the ‘history’ making outcome of the elections in Edo State are very resounding. For simple clarity, two pieces of history were made. Godwin, perhaps as indicated by Oshiomhole himself, won back to back with APC and PDP, and Ize-Iyamu, also lost back to back with PDP and APC. A kind of inverse relationship. Was Godwin really destined to win, and Iyamu…
Many moons ago, the people saw Beneath the lids of closed eyes A swift and strong quartet, running to the finish line Voluble hailers for the medal podium fill the stands shouting, cheering, and spraying confetti drowning the voices of those wailing about the anchor. A frail, aged champion from another age the race is for the decider For the fortuitous son of fate The anchorman with the baton hailed…