Poets' Thursday

Poets’ Thursday: Lifeless

I knew a girl once, a real fire-starter Zestful Zeeba, petite trouble-maker I knew a girl once, Feels so long ago The passion, the adventure; where did it all go?   Isn’t the essence of life to live? Isn’t the essence of love to give? Isn’t the essence of hate to inflict wounds so deep, […]

The lectern

The Lectern: Black is Good

WAW confam home-boy, Vincent Nzemeke is back again. He’s on The Lectern for the March edition, and spitting controversy as usual, this time on the topic of the black man and racism. It’s not polite, it’s not prim, nowhere near proper…but well, Veen wrote it anyway. So enjoy – or not – let us read whatever you […]

angel on cloud

Roses and Angels IV

…continued from last week …it pulled over, a small golf with tinted glasses. Its earring and sun glass – wearing driver with dyed hair wound down the glass, and flashed you a boyish smile which even then, you knew did not go past his brownish set of teeth. At other times you would have immediately […]

angel on cloud

Roses and Angels III

…continued from here Mama died on the second week of her mourning, and the villagers shouted hosanna. The gods had again shown their inestimable strength and had done justice to Papa. Three weeks passed, and you joined Uncle Ofodili and his family to their house – a house which few weeks ago you shared with […]

angel on cloud

Roses and Angels

The room is chilly and quiet, so quiet that the tick-tock of the golden vintage clock resonates. Unlike the other times, you are not entranced by the tasteful furnishings this place. It is tagged first-class, this room in which you have lodged four or five times now. Johnny always tells you how lucky you are. […]

UNFORGIVEN – THE END

The dial tone came on as Ethel anticipated and she waited to hear her voice. Sheila. A name that would have been perfect for her daughter. “Hi Daddy!” Sheila’s voice was young and strong. “Hi Sheila. This isn’t your…daddy. This is…” “Please no. I beg you. Don’t do this, please,” Charles was begging, unashamed. It was […]

UNFORGIVEN XI

…continued from UNFORGIVEN X She needed to convince him that she was for real. She gave him a demure smile as she let him in; he perused her body with hungry lust and didn’t say a word as he made a dive for her and began to kiss her. And for the first time ever, […]

UNFORGIVEN X

…continued from UNFORGIVEN IX “What does this mean? Why would she have written this report? Are you saying she…” the import of what he was about to imply hit Ethel with a wave and she stumbled. “Eth, you okay?” Amaka asked. “No. No I’m not. That bastard had the guts to take me to the […]