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Ifè When I stepped into Ahso I met the music room but you stepped in and the music room met you. A love at first sight between a curious mind and a box of melodies. The rigorous effort it takes to grow as a person and the discipline it took to incline yourself musically; you fought through all that. In you music found the extention of it's soul. You plunged into the depths of your soul severally to touch the peak of our hearts with your voice. Even up to an age when most loose the sense of creativity, you still gave it your all. Your uniqueness never shyed away from guidance. You gave value to people by radiating a part of them in yourself.  "It is painful because this is not the first and it's more painful that this would not be the last". This was my post the last time a friend died. Perhaps you saw it or you never did. The day you left it came to mind but I was hesitant to make a post like that again, because it's way darker this time. Growing up an...

As I got down from the bus I knew exactly where I was headed. From afar I had already caught the glance of a vendor. From what his eyes were saying, I felt like he had already heard mine. Each step I took towards him broadened our smiles even more. Finally I am here. I took his hand, shaked it and I told him what I have been dying to say all day.  Let me guide through what led me to this gay moment with the vendor. I just stepped into the first bus loading for the day at the park. My usual ritual before I board a bus is buying a vivo ear piece in the park if I don't have one already. I love traveling with blocked ears. Because alot of unnecessary conversations fly around in the bus during the voyage. I was unlucky this morning I failed to meet any vendor. So I expected the worse out of the travel. Minutes into the travel I heard nothing but the roaring tyres of our bus. I decided to pray since the bus is quit enough for that. My sign of the cross was half way when someo...

It's lifeless. My conception was a mistake, I was an unplanned result of a mutual pleasure. I was just another sperm that failed to ask before making an entry. I loved and cherished every single moment I spent in the womb of the woman I would have loved to be my mother, I guess the world I was about to enter is no longer in need of infants or love we come with. Was I not perplexed, when an instrument I thought was going to bring me into the world was cutting my limbs. The more I held it for grip the more it divided my body. I cried out to be sure if this is supposed to be happening. But it kept going on and on. I guessed that I would be separated in the womb and be joined again when I come out of the womb. But the pain was so much, handling it was beyond my capacity...I came out but I was not sure I came in to the right world, because no one recognized my presence. Everyone paid attention to an infant that has been turn apart. When I was in the womb I could see nothing, now that I ...

Áwàdá (be it different or the same).           "I heard in Onitsha, you could shake hands with your neighbour, from your own house, because the buildings there are very close to each other. Stanley is that true?". The memory of this question; that I was asked by a course mate, lingered on my mind as I was on a bus heading home for the holidays. The thought of my friend's funny perspective of Onitsha kept me smiling, till I was carried away by the nostalgic feeling I get each time I step into Onitsha. All roads lead home, especially the one that I am on right now; from the dense clouds of exhaust fumes spewing from different vehicles to the rowdy like crowd walking to or from their different businesses,all made it feel like home. Onitsha is unique, I am unsure if the buildings in onitsha are close enough for neighbours to shake themselves from it, but, it is a place capable of bringing neighbours closer to each other. This holidays brought me clo...

                        Lost in lust              It's been a week now but I still see Adolf Hitler,  there were days that I would stare at the mirror and wish that I can see William Shakespeare, John keat or Wole Soyinka, but now I just wish to be able to see my self again. The events on that good Friday took the humanity in me, now I feel more like a hypocrite for ever criticizing Adolf Hitler.               I am a young boy that loves learning.... Literature in particular. I love all the genres of literature unequally, I have always treated poetry  specially cause I love it the most (besides, who in there right senses wouldn't). But an average kid my age would ask, " who in his right senses enjoys literature like you do?". So I was pretty much a loner till I met her.              There is nothin...

I just want to live.        "They say it is a matter of time, a thousand days and the sun won't shine".... Those lyrics from Tom Rosenthal's Go solo, were piercing my soul before my heart was pierced by a bullet.      I was not a criminal neither was I a saint, I was just a struggling sinner. An average Nigerian boy with an empty pocket and a bag of dreams. My plan was never to die. I joined the protest to demand for a right to live, I guess that was my crime. I was not even carrying a placard mine was simply written in my heart, " I just want to live ". I have never felt the excitement of living till this moment, it's very ironic how death could bring my taste bud to life and now I can encounter the tastefulness of life only but when I had lost it.      I wish I could just admit that I am a Coward and have my life back. For me Nigeria is too big a country to die for, If I  would get to die for something let it be my sel...