How I almost died at Iyake lake I headed up to Ado-Awaye in Nov 11, 2016 with the single purpose of hiking the Ado Awaye mountains and visiting the popular suspended lake – IYAKE LAKE. I did some jogging and long walks just to ensure I was fit enough for Read more…
I have heard people say “If you need anything, just ask those who have it…. What is the worst that can happen. They will either say no or yes”. To some that sounds easy. But for some of us who are a bit sensitive, we don’t find asking easy. You have Read more…
The Traveler – Ovyay. Route – Lagos – Port Harcourt. Date- 24th April, 2018. Scene 1 Change of bus and the civil rights movement. After a slight delay, the announcer finally announced our route and told us to proceed to our bus for boarding explaining to us that the bus Read more…
My soul is sad. I have seen lives swallowed by spells from stone hedges. This makes souls that ought to live, die. Those who ought to die, live. I lie down, my soul desires to stand up. I stand up, my soul wants to lie down. I sleep but my Read more…
To What do I liken the Olympics of scars, Daily game written by the scribes of life. Where everyone wins or whines. A goat beget a kid. Happy and prancing on the hills, A day and the next, a leg broken we see. Scars of a goat, a tale unfolding. Read more…
I watched his persistence . Oh his knuckles, a firmer grip I see. The demons of inconvenience, their witchcraft’s initiated. The smooth roads rough and dusty they became. How does a man see when he can’t see. Reduced visibility is no discouragement. For when he can’t see, I observed he Read more…
Yet I find self conducting one in my thoughts. Autopsies of how they treated me. Autopsies of what they said to me last. Autopsies of rejection, devastation, defeats and regrets like an unending river terrorises the weary soul. Everyday, my perplexing thoughts, the harbinger of autopsies they become. A continuous sailing in the ship of fools hoping Read more…