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The Abuja Arts and Crafts Village

First of all, hi guys! You must know that I love you even though I have a rather ridiculous way of showing it. Second of all, thank you to the few people who take this blog seriously and wander over here every once in a while to look at the pretty animals or even to cuss me out for being so stingy with posts. Mwah!
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Solo

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I’m the last of six children and we all lived together with our mom. I grew up accustomed to feeling the presence of others; always knowing that “someone is around”. When I hit puberty, I was grateful that my family, though religious, was still liberal enough to let me stay home from church once in a while, whenever I said I didn’t want to go. I craved that solitude back then; the knowledge that nobody else was around. The thrill of strange noises caused by unknown and possibly macabre agents.
I never lived outside of home during my school years, the main reason being that our house at the time was actually a trekkable distance from my campus. It was therefore impractical of me to schlep all the way to the hostels, which were even farther away than the school. Also, staying on campus would incur expenses that would be both cringeworthy and painfully unecessary for my mother. I knew all this, so I never pushed. Continue reading “Solo”

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Warm Bodies

Chika spread her legs wider apart and ran her hands leisurely over his back.
“Mmmm….”, her moan trailed off as he pushed slowly inside her, trying to bury his whole body inside of hers.
Closing her eyes, she traced her fingertips lightly down his arms; shoulders to wrists, and thought about those other arms. The original arms. Those arms with the leather bracelet around the left wrist. The bracelet she would hold on to while the rest of the body attached to those arms pinned her in a position like this one. And the eyes would stare soulfully into hers. Those lips would mouth, “I love you, baby”, even as he thrust hard and sweet, deeper into her, aiming for her heart and soul…
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Movie Review: Doctor Bello

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So I finally watched this movie last night. Forgive me, it’s just hard to get new Nollywood movies in the backend of nowhere. Where I live 🙂

The story initially centres around Sam, an 8 year old boy living with cancer in New York. Dr. Durant (Isiah Washington) is his oncologist and a Nigerian nurse (I can’t remember her name and honestly can’t be arsed to re-watch and find out) is one of his caregivers. When his condition deteriorates, he goes into a coma for about three weeks. Around this time, Dr. Durant’s wife (Vivica Fox) quits the marriage because she feels that he no longer gives her attention after they lost their 10 year old daughter to cancer 3 years previously. Continue reading “Movie Review: Doctor Bello”

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The Best Word Ever Invented! (2)

Lightning Storm Over DC - Good Effort.
Lightning Storm Over DC – Good Effort. (Photo credit: Mo Kaiwen 莫楷文)

She sat hunched over the fireplace, shielding her son from the cold. He was already dozing off, dear thing. She sneezed as quietly as she could, so as not to wake him, and rocked him slowly and gently, almost to the rhythm of the howling wind outside. The rain showed no signs of letting up.

In the silence of the storm and the wood crackling cheerfully in the fire, the old wooden front door swung open in fractions, creaking at every stage. She kept on rocking with no reaction.

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Off The Top of My Head

So I just realized that this blog will soon be a year old and all I have to show for it is twenty-something measly posts. I heartily apologize for this and promise to strive to do better, if at all this blog survives…
Another thing I’m not happy about is the fact that I never truly just relaxed and spoke my mind in any of these posts. That too will change, hopefully.
Also, may the souls of all who died today in Ghana, Lagos and Bauchi find eternal rest in the Lord. Amen.

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Something Old…

I wrote a three-page short story about rape some years ago, it must have been 2004 or 2005. At the time though, the value of having several copies of everything hadn’t hit me yet; I was a carefree youth, you know. Anyway, rooting around in my files (this makes me sound so grownup!) recently, I found the first page. Reading it, I have to say I was impressed by my use of imagery. Being a highly benevolent creature, I decided to share.

Enjoy!

 

OUR PAIN, OUR LIFE

Nneka walked away from the river with her water pot balanced expertly  on her head. She hurried because the sky was getting cloudy and thunder was rumbling in the distance. Securing her wrapper, she looked down at her bare feet on the little, overgrown path that led back to the village, sighed and started her return journey home. It was beginning to get cold and she shivered and looked around her. A stab of fear pierced at her heart as she realized that she was alone. The village paths were normally busy with farmers, hunters and traders passing by the river but today, she might have been the only living creature in the world. She quickened her pace to a fast walk, the fastest she could go with a pot of water on her head.

She almost lost her balance as she realized that she wasn’t alone after all; there was a man sitting down on the grass, beside the footpath. There was no way she could pass, unless he got up to let her pass. Feeling awkward, she paused right in front of the man.

‘Please, I want to pass.’ she said staring shyly and respectfully at the ground.

‘I don’t feel very well…my legs. Set down your pot and help me stand up.’

Nneka realized she didn’t have much of a choice. Looking nervously around, she put her pot carefully on a level patch of ground and moved to help the man stand up. As she leaned down to pull him up, his arms suddenly came around her shoulders, pulling her down. For some time she was so shocked that she could not say anything and she felt herself submitting to the force of gravity. Before she could even think of what to say to this rude and ungrateful stranger, he pushed her till she was flat on her back on the grass and began industriously climbing astride her. Confusion clouded her brain and she could do nothing but frown and push him feebly away. The reality of the situation hit her like a blast of cold air in the middle of the harmattan season and served to rid her head of the misty fog that had previously inhabited it.

She did the first thing any other girl would have done. She screamed. While she was screaming for her life, thunder and lightning were having a field day, as though even God was mocking her feeble efforts. The man had succeeded in unzipping his trousers and was now busying himself with removing her wrapper. Nneka was suddenly transformed from the kind, quiet girl she had always been to a desperate tigress, clawing, biting, thrashing, hitting, lashing out at the man, all the while screaming on God to intervene.

The man had loosened her wrapper. He was doing something to her. No! Suddenly, she was on her feet again, clutching her wrapper about her otherwise scantily clad body. She ran. He caught her. They struggled. She broke free…tried to run again. He caught her again. Pinned her down on the ground. Now she was really desperate. She begged, yes, actually pleaded with him to no avail. He carried on, oblivious to the