• My Reviews,  Non-Christian Literatures

    Mckayla Robbin's 'We Carry the Sky': The Immersion

    It’s been days since my last post and a Happy Weekend to y’all! And I just deleted a published post mistakingly in the process of trying to post this. . .? Anyways, It’s Friday so we counting already. I want to apologize for my inconsistency on this blog (after all, some of y’all have probably gotten used to it ‘cause not that I’m proud of it but yeah, I’m an inconsistent blogger even though it might not make so much effect pacifying y’all with my amazing posts yea I like to feel that way about my post each time I come around ? but the thing is it can be pretty difficult juggling…

  • My Reviews,  Non-Christian Literatures

    Sarah Kay's 'The Type': A Poem for the Woman

    Halllllowwww fabulous readers! Welcome to the weekend and y’all know what the weekend is all about! Reviews! I’ve been away for some time and first, I have to thank the terrible Glo Network for that and in fact, I have decided that after this sub finishes, no more Glo! Where’s the pride when the network slows instead of glows? ? Second, it was my birthday last week and it was a rollercoaster of emotions. Even though I had to work that day, I still managed to take some selfies. It was a very rough and traumatic old year but thank God that above all, I am what I am by His…

  • Uncategorized

    UNCONTAMINATED

    Just because I couldn’t make it on Tuesday as promised. . . Just because I’m finally here. . . Just because I decided to drop this here cos it’s more than poetry. . . Just because we’re trying to be back. . . I call this one UNCONTAMINATED. . . UNCONTAMINATED We journey the road of life having expectations, with a mindset of how it should go. . . They say when we journey We should be open minded Stuff our expectations inside a pouch and roast the road map to ashes cos one is useful than the other. . . They were wrong I said But we were; I…

  • Flash Fiction

    EWU "GOAT"

    I was fifteen when Mama had my sisters. The Dibia said she’d have a long delay but no one had thought it was to be ten years after I had clocked five. Papa was unconditionally supportive. No one in the community ever waited that long before marrying another wife,  but he never hid the fact that he wanted a son. I could remember what Papa’s response and countenance was like when the news of Mama’s safe delivery was delivered to him. Papa looked like he had tasted human shits mixed with cow dung in his ofe nsala. “Abomination! Tufia! Evils. The gods have sent me evils again. . . Onyemachi,…

  • Flash Fiction

    Eke Market

    This piece was originally published on artymedium.com of course by yours truly! Enjoy. “Amaka, how many times have I told you to stop dragging that your useless feet up and down the house like you don’t know today is Eke market?” Eke market day was once always one to look forward to. Mama’s voice always sounded differently every Eke market. It was always like that was the only day the gods had declared her fortunate. Mama sells like say juju dey worry her even to the intimidation of the once friendly Mama Ugo who would shout, scream, curse and threaten Mama. “No be the same market we dey sell?” “E…