At the forefront of my intentions is a need to entertain. Of course to whom much is given, much is expected in return. This means I do not write in a vacuum, or rather I do not ‘entertain’ in a vacuum. There is so much to be said, so many questions to be asked, ills to be addressed . . . so much that even a thousand books will still not be enough to cover it all. So I write, first to entertain, and in the same vein, to question/address whatever pressing concerns there may be.
a trumpet needs a mouth to make its melody. we all need air to be alive.
i am standing on a branch of life
and willing it to break.
In Nigeria, we don’t talk about how historical sexism affects women’s progress in education, writing, and literature. We talk about how colonialism has affected the country or set it back from other nations, but when it comes to women in the publishing industry, we often expect that they will be at the same level as men, and if they aren’t, then it is their fault
The literary offerings in Regeneration are full of light and hope, both of which are active ingredients for the medicine our world direly needs.
Rhymes are employed for the specific purpose of rendering a pleasing effect to a poem which makes its recital an enjoyable experience.
I call my dreams “little black birds”
For they spread their wings and fly into the night,
This boy kissed God goodbye and became the God himself
Bitter-sweet is the experience when you get on the top of that hill,
Gaining nothing less than a future full of honey and milk.
Mama has always known pain. She had lost every battle in life, battles she fought armed with only love. As her accusers’ words stung her, she looked up and recounted her losses in loud wails punctuated by weeping bouts.