Lost in the heady gauze of this wondrous splendor, I had no cares (in the world). A vast ocean of black gold I had to cater for my needs For it was morning yet on creation day, My days were filled with endless wonders And in excess I splurged. Fastforward fifteen years My democracy, is … More “Morning Yet On Creation Day”
Nature they say fell in love with our land but how we seduced her, in this desecrated state of ours remains to me a mystery. But while others agonize, is it sufficient to theorize? The only reason I antagonize is to seek the truth within a pack of lies. Remembering what shouldn’t, forgetting what should; … More Seducing Nature: The Nigerian Experience.
Enslaved by the marauding forces of colonial imperialism, we were but inconsequential gnats groveling in the face of their superior firepower. Freedom we sought it was an unknown dream soon it became our reality. But a penkelemes we made of it Its taste in our mouths soured our delusions of grandeur, by a revolution damuzad … More The Residues of the Aftermath
Beneath these falling walls we sit, heads held askance in deep meditation surrounded by the relics of our glory days. The wonders of our once buoyant treasury, overawed magnanimously by penury. Like the lawangate swimmingly it went unheralded in its passing. Misguided by their ambitions, we were lost in their wake of devastation. Shellshocked into … More Refuge in a Fortress of Falling Walls