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The Mechanics Of Yenagoa (XV)

The Mechanics of Yenagoa (XV)

Start from Episode 1 “It looks like I’m interrupting something—” I didn’t let her finish. If Blessing sensed it was another woman wanting to see me that early in the morning, there would be trouble and I didn’t want that, at least not so soon after settling with her and giving her the full assurances of my undying love and devotion. “Adinna, what are you doing here so early in the morning?” I whispered. Of course, I already knew the…

Michael Afenfia: Don’t Cry For Me Argentina, Egypt & Nigeria…

Michael Afenfia: Don’t Cry For me Argentina, Egypt & Nigeria…

In spite of what the rest of the world might be thinking about the Russians right now, the 2018 FIFA World Cup Tournament got off to a scintillating start in Moscow on Thursday 14th June 2018. Considering that it was a four-year long wait, the buzz and excitement was well worth it. So far, the competition hasn’t been short on controversies, heartbreaks, upsets, expected and unexpected wins, and the occasional burst of genius as was witnessed when Mexico outplayed and shocked the defending…

L O V E ‘s  F U N E R A L     By Wilfred Deigh

L o v e ‘s F u n e r a l by Wilfred Deigh

I saw in a dream, a funeral; broken hearts' heads bowed, stood in some dew drenched grassy field and watched love in its grandeur red lowered into a shallow grave in a moody melodrama. Love had a most familiar face that looked like mine and others gathered at the same time like a multi-faced crystal reflecting countless images of selfsame object. The cemetery quaked with sadness as tears rained on weeping faces like a motif and hyped the glum. The…

My Name Is Sorrow By Hassana U Maina

My Name is Sorrow by Hassana U Maina

It was in the dusk of harmattan when the dogonyaro tree swayed to the left and to the right producing an almost frigid temperature. The earth rose with vengeance, turning the hair and faces of pedestrians sand-like. The woman selling akara was attending to anxious children who were trying too hard to get to school before assembly time. The men who owned shops around traded, mostly sweets and biscuits, as if in a race with the breeze. Everyone seemed aware…

And The Oscar Goes To…Dino Melaye! By Michael Afenfia

And the Oscar goes to…Dino Melaye! By Michael Afenfia

If you are a Nigerian actor above 40, you should be very afraid right now. I’m talking Ramsey Noah, Segun Arinze, Fred Amata, Femi Branch, Jim Iyke, or even Richard Mofe-Damijo. Your position as leading men in Nollywood is seriously under threat, and the principal contender is not AY the comedian-turned-actor and movie producer. Though relatively new to the acting scene in the country and not previously identified as an entertainer but an activist, this newcomer, from what we glean…

The Mechanics Of Yenagoa (XIV)

The Mechanics of Yenagoa (XIV)

I got the alert at exactly 4:48 pm. I was at the mechanic village along Imiringi Road negotiating the cost of a tokunbo gearbox required urgently by the driver to the chairman of Sagbama local government council, who needed to have his boss’ Honda Pilot fixed. He had towed the vehicle to my workshop from somewhere around Mbiama junction this morning. This driver had gone out on a frolic of his own when the car started acting up. Seeing how…

About June 12 – What Would MKO Say? By Michael Afenfia

About June 12 – What Would MKO Say? by Michael Afenfia

Like most of the people on my timeline, the news from Mr. President proclaiming June 12 as the new Democracy Day—instead of May 29 we have become accustomed to since 1999—was totally unexpected. As soon as I confirmed the story was true and not some fake news circulating on the Internet, I was overcome by a sense of justice. Finally, June 12 might not be just another date on the calendar, or a sectional commemoration of a stolen mandate by…

“Where The Children Play” By Uzezi Ologe

“Where the Children Play” by Uzezi Ologe

Hearts! Black and beating Yet emptied of precious things That go to make heaven on earth Inebriated on a brew More committed to purpose than earth’s matriarch bacterium Gripped by a disease banishing sense and sanity And sentiments reign over mind with a fevered grip. So what if we were born At the foot of the Baobab or the Iroko Or raised under the shade of the Udala And the Oil Palm. Do not the children tell tales Under eyes…