…The Set Up…

By: Arc

Level: 3

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Air came rushing through my lungs

I cried, my first attempt at protest

Formula was forced way down my throat

I was deprived of nature’s best milk

 

Palms and knees against the floor

Bruises should guarantee stronger bones

The daily struggle to remain on my feet

My first step was no mean feat Continue reading

…The Better Half…

The Better Half

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It’s been “almost a year” since Africa’s biggest music duo decided to lay bare their Anambrarian-Ego-(pun intended)-above-everything-else. The handling of their split was embarrassing to say the least. Their silly sibling rivalry emphasized the need for Nigerian celebrities to start employing “handlers”. People with a little more sense than they have to project their image, sort out the nasties and make sure the truth is never bitter.

“Good day Psquarians (whatever name P-square fans are called), having spent the past decade working on the P-square brand, Paul and Peter have decided to step out to show their individuality…Two separate heads are better than one (whatever lame excuse they come up with)…It would be business as usual save you get to enjoy music made by each of us in our own image…Today we give you Mr. P and King Rudy…”

You know it would have been extra cheesy if they went “P-square is trying to find their square root”…You can steal Raymond’s face but you can’t buy class… Continue reading

STRANGE SONG OF THE GONG

By: Ebuka Nwachukwu

Level: 1

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FRUIT OF THE FORBIDDEN TREE

ADAM:
We were happy as kids are before they understand the world
Arms locked together with eyes for each other alone; we twirled
I have learned that if it doesn’t look right, it’s because it’s not
The deed was not to eat the apple; it was to fall for her plot

EVE:
The redness of the fruit wasn’t what made it cute
It was the words of the snake; melody from a flute
I always felt that the grasses in this garden were too green; the sun just shined too bright
I was tired of the illusion of serenity; the snake was a welcome sight.

SNAKE:
Pretty damsel is that tree in the middle the only thing you doubt?
If knowledge were rainfall, then this garden suffers drought
Missus I see you lie awake and ponder over these things; this paradise is your hell
Taste the apple and see; I promise not to tell Continue reading

…Bad Trip…

By: Ikay Chimere

Level: 1

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Nnadi had just finished snorting three lines of cocaine when he heard a riotous noise outside. He sprang up from his slim mattress that reeked of assorted smells and wiped his face with his right hand. He made an attempt to walk a straight path to the door, but the narcotic substance coursing furiously through his veins made him stagger.

He made it to the door at long last after he had knocked down the standing fan, refrigerator and rechargeable lantern that stood in his way. Before finding the locks on the door, he impulsively turned back and beheld his unruly mess which made him giggle with a satisfactory look on his face. Continue reading

…Distance Between Wealth And Apocalypse…

By: Arc & Kay Kay

Level: 3 & 1

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Wealth

The world is worth a specific amount of billions;

Wotcha say? I mean trillions;

New money ain’t coming in;

At least not without breaking IMF laws innit.

 

To make money, u’ve got to use money;

Now where the money would come from I wonder;

Cos all monies on earth are owned by some man or the other;

Basically to make money you have to redirect someone else’s Continue reading

…Mad Rhythm…

By: Nkoli Os’kar

Level: 1

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Mad Rhythm

Knees to chest, he sat rocking….affront sand and stones that gave her a pathway to rubies and gold.

Her hand made harp played him chords only grief would hear through scorch and cold.

For every chord, he sat a little higher on a new memory she “piled” away from his sore core.

Yet for everyone of her recess in tune, he rocked; a duet in steadfast defiance through heat and pour. Continue reading

Obongawan Okoyong: Mary Born of Robert Slessor

By: Arc

Level: 3

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They didn’t all come to kill and destroy; some of them came with good intentions. Some came to share in our humanity, to speak in our tongue, to share in our pain.

Mary was born on the 2nd day of December, 1848 to alcoholic cobbler Robert and skilled weaver Mary Slessor. Mary Slessor The II  or Mary Slessor Jr. if you like grew up in the slums of Dundee and learned to work at the early age of eleven. At a time when there was no penicillin, Mary lost her father and two brothers to pneumonia. By age fourteen she had mastered the art of turning jute into mats and clothing, doing her best to support her mother and sisters. Continue reading

…LIFE IN PIECES 01…

By: Ezinwanne Udeogalanya

Level: 1

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Episode one: Efe

Finally, five years of undergraduate study to become a Pharmacist is over. The major highlight being the final year student research work; usually called the one dreadful name “Project’’.  I will spare the bloody tales for another day and start out with an interesting note-worthy event that came out of a friend’s project journey.

The other day, Efe told me and Wellington the most hilarious story: All you need is 2 minutes with Efe to declare her the funniest in southern Nigeria. As most conventional stories start at the beginning, I will commence this story in chronological order to help you see the importance of this event in Efe’s life… and mine as well.

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…Prince Mordred…

By: Dennis Ekene

Level: 1

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Prince Mordred

I am Pharaoh’s first born and heir to the Egyptian throne
Forget the Israelite boy, I run this kingdom alone
I build what I want, who I want is who is dead
I don’t care whose ox is gored, I am Prince Mordred
The story untold, the tale they never wrote, the part they choose to forget
The Atrocities I made, the Carnage I create, the Anathema tagged on my hobbies
But there is nothing wrong in having blood for tea
Or decorating the palace with a few heads hanging on a tree
Who doesn’t love the aroma of burning flesh or the screams of women and kids Continue reading