Alabaru – Part I

These events take place in a fictional market in Lagos, Nigeria. “Are you mad?!!”, screamed Hajia Wura into the phone with flecks of spittle flying every which way, You were supposed to be there for them to drop the load in the car!!!”. She paused. “Did I send you to go anywhere?!”, more spittle flying…

Messengers

Sometimes if we are not in touch with our higher(true) selves , it takes time for the universe to get through to us with the answer(or the message). Sometimes the answer is right in front of us, yet we don’t see it because we are too distant from our true selves – Simona Rich Nigerian-based…

Innocence Stripped

This post was inspired by (x). Likely contains spelling and grammatical errors and run-on sentences, but this is a rambling post so bear with me ——————————————————————- It’s just a sit on the lap or so it seems. Family members and parents around not suspecting foul play that a child is actually being molested in their presence. I…

The Type

Everyone needs a place. It shouldn’t be inside of someone else. -Richard Siken This is a poem by Sarah Kay titled ‘The Type’. She does spoken poetry and several videos of her performances are available on youtube. I found the need to share the poem because not only was it beautifully written and recited, it…

Happy Eid

The sun is high , it’s rays draping the sky like a blanket. The kind of day you won’t need a hanky to wipe sweat. Happy Eid. The wind is gentle, and the trees sway as if dancing to some unheard tune. It dances with the earth, and the earth responds. Together, they make mini cyclones. Happy Eid…