Sprung

We met in church, he was the visiting pastor’s PA and I was the head of the protocol/ushering group. Naturally, we had to liaise to discuss the modalities for hosting the pastor. He seemed bold, direct and ambitious- the kind of guy his classmates voted most likely to succeed in their yearbook.

Enugu's heartsong

I recently attended a traditional wedding at Enugu, my roommate of six years in the university was getting married. I was there for three days and I decided to base a story there. I really hope you like this one.

Versatile Blogger Award

  Last October, Ernie nominated me for the versatile blogger award, I was so pumped and excited... you need to have seen my shoki dance steps when I read her post. I decided to get to it as soon as I could but sometimes life gets in the way of the best laid plans.

Bottom power

In honour of the International Women's Day I rewrote a poem I'd written in 2007 but didn't get to publish, I wrote it for a campus publication that asked me to submit entries. Perhaps it wasn't its time then, or the title was too risqué for that era. Anyway, here's the poem....

Bottom Power
I am glad I am a woman,
Seemingly soft, weak and helpless.
I am glad you underestimate me
And have no idea what lies under my smooth skin

Rainbow's end

Continued from Rainbows and roses

 Queen's husband was helping her get ready for the big party downstairs, he'd helped her wear her gown and was seriously thinking about giving her a shot of vodka to steady her nerves. A knock on the door startled them and they laughed out of embarrassment at how they'd both jumped.

Rainbows and roses.

 Continued from Sunshine and rain

 The little girl loved listening to the story of how she came to her mother, not in the usual, boring fashion but an entrance worthy of the little queen that she was. Her mother never got irritated by her frequent requests for the retelling of the story, how could she? When it was the story of how her life changed from mundane and drab to one of love and laughter.

Sunlight and rain

 She woke up to a very perculiar sound, it made the fine hairs on her nape bristle and her fists unconsciously clenched. That's when she saw it, his fat hairy stomach which was rising and falling with unfailing regularity. Her gaze travelled upwards and took in his open mouth from which the most obscene snores were released to the world, the little white patch of dried saliva at the corner of his mouth and to his balding head. Nausea was her body's response.

Nothing

The walls are bare,
Sterile, clinical
The rooms are empty
My voice echoes

Dede'm

Remember how excited we were at your unfurling,
Giddy with joy at your awakening.
How our hearts leapt at the sounds of your first steps,
And our smiles at your first words.

Runaway

 He decided he'd had enough of his parents inflexibility and lack of understanding, he had to leave home. They even loved his little sister much more than they loved him, they let her have his toys but he couldn't even touch hers without her crying like someone was kicking her on the stomach. When she cried, they'd rush out, carry her and tell her she was their princess and the most beautiful baby in the world. They didn't even tell him he was handsome.