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Judge Melchizedek
Melchizedek – as he was popularly known sat on a dais above his finger happy clerk and his chattering typewriter, silent and inscrutable behind large reading glasses as proceedings at Court 12 progressed slowly. “You see those dark glasses he wears, they are magnifiers.… Continue Reading “Judge Melchizedek”
Conspiracy
Nothing works against the successof a scheme so much as a wish to makeit wholly secured n’ sure to succeed.Such an attempt requires many men,much time and very favorable conditions;these heighten the risk of being discovered –how daring, how O dangerous!Yes, Conspiracy has a… Continue Reading “Conspiracy”
Helter-skelter
Helter-skelter in the cityThe mall strangely in disarray –Smashed windows, ransacked shelves. Citizen: “Liberty! Liberty is in town. It’s a protest!”Government: “No, no, Citizen! Be on your guard!Law and Order now cower at your feet, too timid to act.” Soldiers, to the street! Forward… Continue Reading “Helter-skelter”
By the Tollgate
By the tollgate at Lekki, by the roadsidefar from the comforts of our loved oneseased from the day-to-day tasks we abidethere we sat in anguish n’ anger – agitated. Placards we brought with us –a solace to our heavy hearts,a plead to the world… Continue Reading “By the Tollgate”
Shattering Rose Glasses
Uncomplicated meI thought I was coloured blindfree-thinking and kindwith an evolved mind,loving and acceptingof the ones I find. Yet my blindnessis that of privilege.I’m just a visitorin the Global villagefrom my narrow thin mindthere is too much spillage. Although so manyare forced from their… Continue Reading “Shattering Rose Glasses”
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Nekede
I recall you told mewhen we talked over the air,you would come to see me like a VIP.At Nekede, I’ve with fanfarebeen planning what to show you:an umbrella tree, a bloom here,a crooked path there; yonder a groveclose to it a wellspring, on this side a slopeon that a stream glare.Indeed, madam, I know nothingso […]
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IDear Irony, “Tell me, my goddess.”What numbers have you laid sway?Is it the Wise – who derides Folly?Or the ridiculed who derides his mocker –“In all his insight and contemplative devote he isa maverick proclaiming without any result his knowinglike a parched lost vagabond in Saharathe thirst for knowledge had led him to drinkfrom the […]
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