I’ve been sitting here long enough to gather dust, shutting up, minding my business, waiting along with the rest of my damn country for Burna to land a hat trick with African Giant so we can call it a day and bully everything else off the top 10’s for a couple of months, maybe forever, I don’t make the rules.
When your father sits you down to talk about rape, lend him your ears. Offer him your understanding. Pay attention to the confusion in his eyes, seek to unravel it. When he tells you of his childhood, and the stories of his late-blooming, of how he was bigger than his peers, never forget that he was still nothing more than a child. When he tells you of the temptations of free meals and late afternoon errands, listen attentively to the quiver in his voice — for in there is the music of old pain he can yet not understand.
Of the 7 billion people on earth today, only two are perfectly capable of understanding these next few words. One of them will be blown away into the labyrinth of could haves and has beens and the other is You. If you’re still guessing what this is, it’s a suicide note. No, not mine but yours. Yours because when I’m done, you would have killed yourself on your altar of ignorance, probably by hanging yourself on your high horse of self-righteousness or drinking a chemical full of your own harmful tendencies!
We have created alter egos. And multiple personalities. We have shattered the clear mirror of self so that the shards bounce off distorted reflections here and there. And despite what our intentions are, no matter what we believe, it is impossible to project a perfect whole when you are broken and cannot replace the pieces. […]
When the Colosseum was built in 70 AD, Emperor Vespasian of the Flavian Dynasty knew he had birthed something beautiful, yet so evil. Rome was in turmoil, the imperialistic kingdom feared that its own people were going to rise up and revolt against its corrupt and despotic ways. The Emperor knew that something had to […]
We are angry, of course, we are. I mean every day comes with new records of national failure — today we are the most corrupt, tomorrow we are the country with the largest number of extremely poor people — it seems to be government’s pastime to sink us to astonishing lows. Buhari get in here! […]
They will tell you that a kiss is a harlot’s bedchamber. That the meeting of our mouths is a sinner’s filthy prayer. That the exploration of our hands on our bodies is the devil’s excursion into the depths of hellfire. That the heat of our passion is an arsonist’s wet dream. They will tell you […]
Before we proceed to give you what you need, let’s banter. What makes a good villain? I’d say appearance. You want villains to sort of be judged by their covers. A villain should instill some form of dread like that Heath Ledger smile, the terror by knight, pun intended. You don’t want some needlessly gnawing […]