Ugo Nkwoala is an entrepreneur by day, a writer by night with a passion for poetry, short stories, and photography - these are his sanity, fun, and comradeship. He divides his time between Lagos and Owerri (in Nigeria)– where he celebrates the everyday experiences of being human with his lovely wife and his three hyperactive sons while blogging at Spilledwords.org.
Lad! Remember that no man ought to forgeta child’s tender youth is like tempering of waxapt to receive form – discipline before affectionmix threats with a fair look, manner with wit. A potter fashions his lay when it’s softa sparrow taught to come when younghot iron by a hammer’s stroke begets formand keeps it forever […]
4 It was the stuff of a satire, were it not painfully true. Nnenne sat silently on a black-spotted Ankara patterned sofa surrounded by chattering friends and coworkers. She and a handful of friends at Lolo’s urging – her childhood friend and workmate, had gathered at her residence to celebrate a hard-fought promotion greeted with […]