Boy! Where did that time go? Couple of days ago I came across three men talking about me. They didn’t know I was listening. I know I shouldn’t have stayed but who can blame me, I was curious and had to see where

the conversation would lead to.

“Do you think he would ever understand who we are?” I heard Saturday say.

“He was with me before and did pretty good, so there is hope.” I heard Friday…

I am becoming very difficult to be around of late. I have balance and this isn’t enough. I know what’s right and wrong but still, does this matter? What does the depth have that I haven’t seen or better still the

sky above that I can’t see? Where I live is called no point of return which

means looking back is not an option. The problem I face is that I am neither

falling nor standing, nor running or walking, in peace and not in peace.…

Creeping so close to that precious desire but ever so far from it. I have become the ensign with one fallow sense and four fully enhanced to no avail. What is this feeling within me that wishes to break all the rules and yet I know that’s not how this game is won.  Her heels scrape the sidewalk causing chaos to those who stare blindly. I am the fool that lies in the trunk peering through the opening and waiting for that moment when it would be slammed shut! When temptation came to man of old…

The shapes do not change in my dankness as I feel my bones search for words of wisdom. What am I missing and why this soliloquy? I chisel through thought and counter thought for no given reason considering that I have

already accepted my fate whatever this might be. I know I am residing in the

realms of doom and gloom.

I move slowly chewing through each word I can remember searching endlessly for what would make sense of my…

By the time I was sixteen reading had become one of my favorite past times in life. I think I must have completed my first story when I hit six. With the help of my mum I had read through the simple bed time stories that all

children warm to and my first book was in the bag. Four years later I remember

this one book I read, it was one of those books that cataloged fairy tales. It

had about twenty of them, of non stop action from Hansel and…

Cameroon! West Africa, 1980, at the age of ten my aim in life was to beat inertia. The eerie feeling that deluged my every thought was the day to

come that would see me overcome all the physical activity tossed at my

disposal. I played all kinds of sport but failed to make an impact in any. For

some reason or the other unknown to me at the time my mind stormed ahead

creatively making the chances while my body lagged behind in apathy. I…