Unwritten

THERE IS A STORM IN MY HEAD REVIEWED

The Psalmist: Notes to My God by Femi Peters (Reviewed by Jide Badmus)

  ‘Notes to My God’ is a collection of verses as the author likes to call it. The verses display bare thoughts that seek not the cover of poetic flair; they are wrapped only in thin transparent veils of sincerity and simplicity. The words are songs from the depth of the heart, a love story of an unworthy mortal and his lover cum creator. Femi Peters is a psalmist of our generation; he scribbles…

THERE IS A STORM IN MY HEAD

Do you wake up in the night inspired to find answers to the questions in your head? Do you seek a voice, an outlet for the silent ripples in your stream of thoughts? If you do, you also have a storm in your head!

“There is a storm in my head

There are thorns in my bed

Sleep has been slained

Thoughts unchained” [THERE IS A STORM IN MY HEAD page 11]

I grew up questioning the norms, curious beyond…

THE SECRET HEAVEN: episode 8

Free Ticket to Heaven

Present day.

Lagos, Nigeria.

Two men approached the reception desk. They were dressed in faded jackets that looked as though they were passed down to them by their grand fathers. They looked like insurance marketers.  However, when they stood before the round-faced fair in complexion receptionist, they looked like no marketer she had ever seen. They were well-built and had…

A Writer in a Strait

Faith is an abstract. The concept can only be vivid and appreciated by believers and converts; its realities unfold in the course of the journey. Faith is a spiritual journey that establishes a balance with secular adventures; it can be seen in the light of sacred instructions and divine philosophies that ensure that life’s excursion is fulfilling and satisfying. In essence, it is in our search…

The Secret Heaven: Episode 7

The Secret gods of Heaven

Matthew Okon would not die a lie! The one he loves deserved to know the truth. He had been running all his life. Death had been chasing all along. Fear had been a life time friend; the only one who stayed true. How should he begin? Where would he start from? He wondered while Sunmisola Wilmer watched him with love and patience…and fear of the unfolding reality. She…

It would appear as if they had been tipped off. Sirens ripped the silence of the morning as screeching tyres left their mark on the asphalt surface. Doors flung open and shiny leather boots touched ground before the cars came to a full halt. A robbery was in progress.

A smile lit Michael up like a streak of lightning scar on the face of the cloudy sky.  Tunde had a stern and determined look; his…

I am a thief.

I’m a troubled soul who needs relief.

I’m a thief…but not commander in chief;

We’re all thieves. I see in your eyes disbelief…

Like I said, I need relief; I’m set to turn a new leaf.

  He leaked like a sieve;

Names and details of covert deeds from time retrieved.

He left and left behind a trail of grieve;

He shattered concrete trust and built another that didn’t suspect a dark…

Picture courtesy of The Establishment (The real reason women love witches)

These words,

Tell me they are not true.

These gods,

What allegations they spew!

Wrinkled eyes plead,

Trembling hands pray for mercy.

Who planted this mischievous seed?

Who set their feet on this cruel journey?

Save me

Before clubs, machetes, sticks and stones descend.

Save me from zealous mortals’ intention to deal

Leth…

The Secret Heaven: Episode 4

The African Remote Control

Heaven is a hidden city; it’s not on any existing map! Some sixty-five years ago, it barely existed. It was just a fugitive, his captive and a few drifters who decided to settle down and farm for sustenance. It took a decade before the arm of the law caught up with the Tobechi. A couple of Federal Intelligence Agents were scouting for a dark site for some shadow…

The Secret Heaven: Episode 2

HIDDEN CITY

March 7, 2009

South-West Nigeria, Somewhere East of Lagos

Gloria had been missing for a week before Tobechi found any clue as to what might have happened. He was drinking alone at Mama Peace’s, a palm wine and pepper soup joint. The wind must take credit for delivering the careless words of a drunk at the doorsteps of Tobechi’s ears. He wouldn’t have read any meaning to those words…