LIFE OF OREOFE (ISLAY)

The priest was instantly caught in my line of view, crawling towards us like the millipede I saw in my prison cell yesterday, as if giving me more time to enjoy life simple pleasures, such as the scorching sun blazing above my head. Christian it was, they didn’t even ask me who I wanted present for my final rites. They just assumed I was a Christian. The army officers, five of them all had red eyes that carried the burden of what they were about to do and the unspeakable things they had done. I was not remorseful. Some people say you

  FAT OF THE LAND The street is littered with filth,  Wares put out on display,   flies hovering about. Seller’s with eyes that have beheld so much horror and struggle,   foot wares that have trekked miles,   all crying, come, buy our goods.                                                     Then they enter with their noses up high,  hailed by the very people who despise them,  riding in their posh cars,  Looking well fed and rounded,  despising the very filth they arose from. With their hands in their pockets,  they grab wads upon wads of money bills,

When I was little my mother would always say "Bridget you are a girl carry yourself with pride and dignity".        As a growing young woman she would say what nonsense is that about God forbid!!!

Don't wear rose coloured glasses, love is not blind!   OLAMIDE'S STORY. The snipping sound of the scissors brought me back to reality, as bits and chumps of my hair fell on my lap. My mind drifted towards you. We talked about this once, that day mazi ikechukwu's widow

There is something big coming and you haven't heard about it!!!!  It's LYDAC (Live Your Dream Africa Conference). This event is just what the doctor prescribed for a change in your life, it's what you need to push you out of your comfort zone and the best part is it's FREE. So what's your excuse! At least think of the small chops na!! Since the

Folakemi wants to pull me into temptation little did she know what she was getting herself into. I, kasali that contracted HIV 2 years ago at the faithful hands of roadside whores.  As a Yoruba proverb goes. If trouble faces you in front kill it. If it turns to the back kill it. My son if you are alone with trouble you will die at its own hands.

Kisses. Screams. Struggle. Darkness. Sweat. Grunts. Thrusts. A deafening silence and a bucket of tears. You slowly stand in pain. Gasping as the realization of shame dawns upon you. There is something else. Ha! I remember. Feelings in their multitudes rushing into your head. You feel Dirty. Cheap. Used. Unclean. Angry. Betrayed but most of all Dirty. Your hand reaches