Defending God?
I've been thinking about God lately. Not that I don't think about him often (not thinking about Him is like saying we don't think about oxygen,
The INN(T)ER VIEW.
I was in front of a people recently. I ordinarily wouldn't say they belong to me because when you're being viewed by different people, they call it an interview, I hear.
Protests are Pro-tests.
“Nigeria is being rocked by protests.” That was how the room for the news channels put it—and not rocked in the way that boys and girls dance and rock
Much Ado About Authorship.
We read his poems in secondary school. His prose was part of our literature curriculum: From the wistful romance of Romeo and Juliet; To the betrayal in Hamlet
The long search for Steeze.
Steeze. The first time I heard it, I was convinced that some content person (who influences people) had left Slovakia and was trying to talk about a friend of theirs named Steve.
Poetry is best honoured when dead.
There's a Netflix series called "Dickinson." The main character is a poet named Emily Dickinson, who is, in many ways, surviving in her head. Poetry was quite literally her life.
A Hamster named Kombat.
Everyone's obsessed with Hamsters these days. I thought we all agreed to put them in cages and have them run in circles. So what's with the new secular addiction?
J.K. Rowling’s light at the end of the tunnel.
When we read stories about our heroes, we always assume they were heroes everyday.
The Anxious Twenties.
I've been (in) twenty for four years now. And when one has been in a place for long enough, one begins to think that they understand the outlay.
Peace, activism, and a pinch of controversy.
Who was the first Nigerian to win a Nobel Peace Prize for his Literature? Your whole self would scream, “Wole Soyinka.”
The Controversial life of Sylvia Plath.
If you've ever been deep in your feelings that you had to write a sad poem, you probably never did it better than Sylvia.
A Costly Mistake.
I went to Bodija market to ask for long-grain rice. One market woman glanced left and right, and whispered close to me: “Do you mean Cocaine?”