Rain Can Never Know – Episode IV

Rain Can Never Know – Episode IV

David Spiff III looked at his wristwatch again. He had done that eleven times in the last three hours, but no one was counting. He knew Rain was supposed to be in Port Harcourt because of the message she received from home about her mother. But since she didn’t have a phone, there was no way of confirming her exact location or when she’d be back in Yenagoa. When she called from the office to tell him that her boss…

The Use And Dump Syndrome

The Use and Dump Syndrome

You hustle and grind and do so many things for yourself, for family and for friends because life happens. Yet, a professor expects you to remember to send him a bag of rice every December for the rest of your life because he taught you English 101 or Chemistry 304.
Rain Can Never Know – Episode II

Rain Can Never Know – Episode II

Start from Episode I Rain wanted him to do a transfer to her account, but the accountant insisted he would only do cash. She put the white envelope in her beige Givenchy handbag – the one she was forced to buy on credit three months earlier from a member of her church who only sold very expensive French and Italian shoes and bags. She went through the trouble of locating the woman’s house one Wednesday evening after work, even though…

Rain Can Never Know – Episode I

Rain Can Never Know – Episode I

“Rain, I need more cream in my coffee.” The request for more cream was made yesterday in the house. Rain was bringing his wife the cream she had asked for when her phone rang. Her boss’ wife was mad that Rain placed the caller above her coffee. In annoyance, Mrs Edozie did the unthinkable. Her action was the final straw that broke the camel’s back. Rain’s back had long been pushed beyond the wall and it emboldened her to speak up against the tyranny of the family.
[POEM] The Pondering By Uzezi Ologe

[POEM] The Pondering by Uzezi Ologe

Who can tell why the tide flows Or where the wind blows Who knows how the grass grows Or what worries wrinkles the baboon’s brow Who can tell what catch The fisherman’s net cast Or the wish of the whip Put to eat the slave’s skin in stripes Who can tell the reason of the palm Why its wounds offer wine And its ash invokes purity   ALSO READ: Global Best Practice by Uzezi Ologe   Man’s head worries crown…

[POEM] Doom Dance By Uzezi Ologe

[POEM] Doom Dance by Uzezi Ologe

The mistakes of our past Forever before us Too rigidly embossed On the fabrics of our lives To be made dim By the mere passing of time   Our brethren On the whim of the moment Strike a sour tune To which we must dance For their fingers coil around our balls   The tune to which we dance Once was euphoria in our ears To which our feet carried us With the swift agility Of a reckless masquerade  …

For Reginald Dei And Others Murdered During The 2019 Elections

For Reginald Dei and Others Murdered during the 2019 Elections

When I told myself I wouldn’t write for three months, I lied. I’ve been restless, stealing glances at my laptop for days since that self-imposed hiatus, to regroup after a rather active and engaging start to the year. When I told myself I wouldn’t write, tweet, Facebook, make any Instagram post or comment on the recently concluded presidential elections, I lied. The truth is that my self-imposed speaking ban was killing me. I am pained and if you’ve ever bottled…

[POEM] Global Best Practice By Uzezi Ologe

[POEM] Global Best Practice by Uzezi Ologe

Come! Come and vote Democracy is the new way Be not deformed but take note Representation has come to stay   Come! Come out and play Your civic role. For to pray Has its place but you must today Suffer the ballot to have your way   Come! Come out and press Your fingers against this crest Heed not the lure of the rest They offer naught but stress And stay till every vote cast Is counted to the very…