Category: Short story & Flash Fiction

A PASSAGE FOR NNENNE

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… Continue Reading “A PASSAGE FOR NNENNE”

A PASSAGE FOR NNENNE

3 Mid-age has come; almost lost is the brags and security that goes with the beauty of youth. Will the colors of a peahen be for its survival or pleasantries? Nnenne dared for answers.A non-conformist – Nnenne nurtured her confidence in the free-to-be-you household… Continue Reading “A PASSAGE FOR NNENNE”

A Passage for Nnenne

2 What is pleasurable for a man may not always be good for his sanity. It all started innocently about two years ago after Arinze woke up starring at this dark lady whose face held more charm than Genevieve’s. Not recognizing his immediate environment,… Continue Reading “A Passage for Nnenne”

I hold no gun ….

I hold no gun or cannon,tho’ its pointed nozzleis deadly – more lethal.Its din echoing the human speechlays conquest tyrants n’ emperors,liberating captives n’ frozen minds.It challenges the authority of regimesn’ the ignorance of religion n’ tradition.I hold no gun or cannon,but a pen.… Continue Reading “I hold no gun ….”

Long Live The Page

Long live the Page and People of the book!Good people they’re who make texts doctrinesof law and regulations, authors authority, supreme beings of the intellectual world they’re. I can’t imagine their giving up readin’ nor the rationality found in print’d pagesthan I can ideate lightin’a… Continue Reading “Long Live The Page”

Muse

O Muse! Fill me with love and care award me your insight without err lead me to your treasures, which I humbly sought that more songs I’d then be taught by sheddin’ your fair voice to this feeble song. Take me to places where… Continue Reading “Muse”

My Nib

My nib is incensed my fingers eloquent; they never sleep all they do is sweat. They shout what Autocracy calls forbidden values They limn what speech censors tag unapologetically dirty thoughts, since they must decipher at shut doors the secret codes of a treacherous… Continue Reading “My Nib”