ODE TO GOD by Obisanwo Oladipupo

The sun gets it brightness from You.
The moon takes orders from You.
The stars blossom by obeying You.
You are God, Àwímàyèhùn.

You control the world like it were a ball.
You are at the centre of it all,
Yet You stand far away.
You are God, Èlétígbáròyé.

You do great and mighty things,
For You are the King of kings.
The oceans gospel Your majesty.
You are God, Àràbàríbítì.

The whole world is not enough for Your praise.
The Ancient of days.
You are more than what people say.
You are God, Gbò n gbò n ìdílé Jesse.

You who created the universe,
Your ways are diverse.
Your kingdom scapegoats any intruder.
You are God, Kìnìhún èyá Júdà.

My Nightmares,My Loopholes: Alim Barakah

‘My friend you seem very lucky ooo.’
‘You can say that again, Racheal.’
‘l really wasn’t expecting an iPhone though but I guessed it should be something big.’
‘Eeeh! I blessing…an iPhone 11! I don become one of the biggest babe in town! Thanks to Mr Ade.’
‘Bleeeeesing, hnmmmm pelzzin husband, mama bisi’s husband. If mama Bisi catch you eheeeen, na pepper you go smell. But I dey happy for you sha. Me sef, I no dey do single guys again. Na married men like Mr Ade I want, in fact, person wey pass Mr Ade.’
‘Wetin? I just dey use Mr Ade catch cruise ni oooo, Yorrrubaaaaa, wetin i wan use a Yoruba man do. Na emeka I go marry.
‘Mtcheeeew. Emeka kwa? That broke ass guy. Emeka wetin? Mtcheew, dat one. Well, na you sabi. As for me, na married man I go marry.’
‘Hnmmmm. What of that abroad guy wey dey disturb you? your pepperlino.
‘Who be your pepperlino? oh! You meant Andrew, that one? He too young for my type and besides were you deaf when I was yarning say na married man I fit marry. Na dem sabi, na dem fit take care of singles like us.’ She said pulling her blouse and swirling her head in circular motions.
‘But that guy na good catch ooo. I must tell you.’
‘Abeg! Mtcheeew, which good catch. I no fit abeg! He dey too young. Imagine, he is 21. He no fit take care of me. He even said he would be coming to Nigeria next tomorrow.’
‘Ehnnn, you no wan tell me before? But he looks matured in the picture you showed me. But e be things sha, coz picture dey decieve. E dey too young tho, ha! 21! E don pass you sef. Na no way true true.’
‘My dear, it is really no way. Na im face I just wan see. You no say na for social media we dey chat since a year now. Na only im face and the goody goody wey im promise me I dey excited to see.’
‘Everything don enter itself. In one word, you can’t wait to see him.’
‘Na you sabi!’ I said patting blessing playfully.

‘Ahnahn ahn! What is all these now? Mtcheeew. What is the meaning of all these?
‘I’m so sorry. I’m very sorry. It wasn’t deliberate. I’m so sorry.’
‘See the way you splashed water all over my body. You are telling me sorry. Will sorry clear this mess all over me? That’s the way you rich people do. Bloody oppressors!’
‘Hey, young lady! I dont want you to think that way. You are taking this too far. I said I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. It wasn’t intentional. You know what, let me give you a ride to your destination. I’m really sorry.’
‘Don’t bother!’ I said almost walking away.
‘Please. Dont decline. Please.’
‘Thanks. Where are you heading to?’
‘Dave’s street.’
‘Dave’s street? That’s my street. My name is Mr Juwon Davies.’
‘Oh! Really? Then you would be living very close to my place.’ I said smiling delightfully.
‘I live at no 6. What about you?’
‘No 15.’
‘So, what is the name of this beautiful angel?’
‘Racheal.’ I said unable to hide my excitement and sensual appeal.
‘Wow! What a nice name you’ve got.’
‘Thanks.’ I said widening my already invoked smile. I run my eyes all over him; from his few strands of slivering white hairs mixed with the black bush as if two different colours of nursery beds has been planted randomly. His well shaped hair cautiously brought down to his chin in a well constructed line by a learned barber whose handwriting must have been good during school days. His beards, in its appropriate length for his not too wide chin and circular face. The different strands of hair growing contrastively in colour, (black and white) as if they had been matchmaked. His dreamy eyes. His narrowed bone nose down to his flat and smallish nose. Beside his nose, on his right cheek stood a big black dot that is darker than his ebonized skin. His ear, the perfect size for the completely handsome face. His circular head pressing on his well-wedged neck, that anytime he is not looking at the side mirror of the car, observing passing cars, two pounds of flesh are formed while sitting comfortably. His well built muscular shoulder down to his arms sent a cold shiver down my spine. A big gold necklace stood around his neck like a choker, the pendant lying between his broad chest.
‘We are close to my residence, would you like to clean up? Helloooooo Rachel. Dear, anything the problem?’
‘Yessss sir, yeess.’ I answered muttering after a slight tap.
‘What is it? would you like to clean up at my residence?’
‘Sorry sir. I was far away in my thoughts. No problem sir.’
‘Oh ! I hope no problem?’
‘Not at all sir.’ I said hastily, quite uncomfortable with the discussion. I quickly threw my head to the other side surveying motors and people. He finally halted and horned at a big blue gate. He glanced at me to be sure I did not disapprove. I wore a neutral face like I wasn’t aware. A dwarfish middle-aged man flung the gate open hastily. He drove in and the man greeted him, postrating . He nodded slighty. I looked away complacently to avoid the man’s peering eyes.
‘You can come down from the car.’ I came down from the car, with him holding the doors and locking the car. I was quite ashamed of my stained dress.
‘Follow me.’ He said, gesturing politely. I followed him walking like an accused headed for a trial. I trudged behind him quietly and slowly.

‘Knock knock knock.’
‘Yes, who is at the door?’
‘Blessing. ‘
‘Come in jor ,you still dey knock?’
‘Where you waka go yesterday? House you no dey. Shop you no dey. Where you go?
‘I was called for home service in the next street.’
‘Oh ! No wonder.’
‘Sit sit sit, make I gist you.’ I said excitingly almost interrupting.
‘Yarn me , make I hear.
‘I don see the sugar daddy wey I dey yearn for. Infact, matter don settle.’
‘Hmmm, tell me more my sister.’
‘His name na Mr Juwon Davies, na im own the street wey you and I dey live.’
‘Ogene ooo, Chineke ! Eh! My dear yarn me more, my ears are itching.
‘The most fortunate thing about his encounter is that; his wife is dead and his son his not here in Nigeria but would come home soon, and his son has been pestering him to bring a wife home.’
‘Eeeh! Rachael, the researcher how you take know all these? The person wey you just meet yesterday.’
‘He told me na. He told me everything.’
‘Ehn ehn, did he say he would marry you?’
‘Haha, you too dey jump. He just said we should be friends for now. But if he should propose marriage my dear, my living here is numbered.’
‘Hmmm, Rachael, you asked for it and God don give you. I dey happy for you ooo . How you kon take meet?’
‘Na my Obi work ooo. Infact we met in a conflict. He is so polite and humble. Did I forget to tell you that he is handsome and rich too.’
‘What is his age?’
‘I know noooo. But as I dey look am, im no fit pass 40-45
‘That one no too bad I dey happy for you.’
‘Thank you dear. Just wish me well.’
‘I’ve always wished you dear.’ She said hugging me tightly.
‘I hope say you remember say Andrew dey come tomorrow.’
‘Hmmm na true, i go ask am which time he go kon visit me.’

‘Hey sweet! Good evening.’
‘Evening. Welcome.’ I said jumping up from my sitting posture shockingly and rubbing my two palms sheepishly, looking straight at him; the part of his body my eyes met was his stomach. He was very tall.
‘Can I come in?’
‘What were you doing outside?’
‘Awaiting your presence.’
‘Oh ! Really. I’m here.’
‘Welcome. What should I offer you?’
‘Water, chilled.
‘Are you sure?’
‘Yeah. Sure.’
I dashed in to my kitchen to get him water. I entered rubbing my body lustfully. Ha! this guy is so handsome and well built, I thought. Oh! His good looks and firm voice was delivering message to my instinct. I dashed out to serve him the water.
‘Here it is.’
‘Thanks. So how have you been? I hope you’ve been good. I bought some things for you. I hope you will like it.’ I clutched my heart firmly. Don’t ask me whether from falling maybe from dripping, I can’t fathom. I popped my eyes into the bag thrusted forward.
‘Wow! I exclaimed!’ A two beautiful and rare gowns, two bags and two pairs of shoes to match, two bloater hats and sets of jewelries.
‘Thank you so much. I love it! And I’m very grateful. Thanks so much.’ I said blushing.
‘I’m glad you love it. You see, I love you very much and I would do anything to make you happy.’
‘Hmmm, I see. What were you doing in the States?’
‘I’ve just completed my bachelors. So, I’m here to read further and manage my father’s company.
‘Wow! That’s really good. I never thought you’d be as serious as this. I must say.
‘Really? Why do you think so?’
‘Your pictures, the way you chat, your status updates and stuffs.’
‘Hahahaha. I also never thought you’d be as beautiful as this.’ He said running his fingers on my nose bone.
‘You ain’t photogenic. You look more beautiful looking at you physically, than in pictures. And i’m loving you more for that. He said moving closer to me. I didn’t try hard to stop the quick moves and the interlocking lips. The firm hands that ran from my shoulder down to my back, to my hands, my waist, to my breasts and then, to my butt. The motion was unstoppable, it laid down my back, flared up my skirt, shifted my pants and then, another organ was doing the job. I moaned and tweeted like the kowee bird.
‘Mehn! You are sweet! He said tucking in his prick and zipping up. He bent down and held my shoulder firmly, saying; ‘Trust me I love you and I won’t leave you.’ I nodded.

‘Get me a glass of wine too.’
‘Okay daddy.’
‘Ehen Ehen, less I forget. You know you’ve been pestering me about getting married to another wife. I’ve finally find one.’
‘Wow! Really? That’s fantastic! Fantastic mehn!’
‘Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. So she would be coming to visit us next tomorrow.’
‘Wow! So fast! That’s nice. I’ve got a girlfriend and I would like to introduce her to you.’
‘Good. But I hope it is not a white lady that you are planning to marry.’
‘Haha! No daddy. She isn’t white. You would like her when you see her. I would tell her to also come next tomorrow. So it gonna be a house of merriment.’
‘Wow! So fast? That’s good. But don’t loose focus. You know you are the one heading my company soon.’
‘Dad! It is a two different issue; my love life and my career.
‘Alright. So let’s await Friday then.’
‘Yah daddy!’

‘Tell me more, baby girl!’ Blessing exclaim
‘Have you really thought about this issue?’
‘Of course! I’m getting married to him and nothing is going to stop me and it is not as if I have another man anywhere.’
‘What of Andrew? Have you forgotten his promise and assertions?
‘Abeg! Abeg! Stop am! I no like am. How many times have I told you that Andrew is not my type? He is too small for me.
‘He is too small for you. You know you will have nothing to do with him yet you can’t tell him to his face. You keep collecting gifts and money from him. Stop deceiving him. He thinks you love him.’
‘When did you become holy Mary’s cousin? Abeg! Shey Andrew no dey lick my plate? I ask you! Answer me! He is sleeping with me and i’m getting something in return. How is that a big deal? Shey Mr Ade no dey dig you too? Emeka too dey dig you. Why you kon dey form holy Mary?
‘I’m better than you dear. Mr Ade knows I can’t marry him. I’m not like you who keep putting the heads of two bulls in a clay pot. I’m different from you dear.’
‘Na you sabi! That one no even be the thing wey bring me come here.’
‘Wetin bring you? So, e don be say if you no get matter now, you can’t come to visit me.
‘You like taking things too far. The issue be say Andrew and Mr Davies are inviting me to their houses on the same day. Andrew want me to meet his father and Mr Davies wants me to meet his son.
‘How is that a big deal? You are getting married to Mr Davies accept his invitation.’
‘No now, Ha! What would I tell Andrew?’
‘Why can’t you just let this boy go and stop deceiving him?
‘If you can’t advice me on what to do, no probs then. I would honour Mr Davies invitation first and then, Andrew later.’
‘Please yourself. It is your matter.’
‘Na you sabi.’

‘Dad what time did you say your fiancee will come?’
‘Around 12′ o clock. And yours?’
‘She is coming in the evening. I tried to persuade her to come but she insisted. I don’t want to do things against her wish, I really love her.
‘But you should’ve been able to convince her and win. She is your to-be wife you know? Or haven’t you talk to her about marriage?’
‘Not really. We ain’t in an hurry. But I have made her understand that this relationship will end well and marriage might happen.’
‘Okay, good. As a husband, you must learn how to persuade your counter part. My
lady should arrive soon. Help me check what Laide is cooking.
Moments later…………………………….
‘Knock. Knock. Knock.’
‘Come in.’ I came in. Appearing in the perfect outfit for such thrilling invitation, I shashayed into the room and hugged my fiance. He pecked me on my lips and rubbed me lightly.
‘Good afternoon honey.’ I said through my nose.
‘Afternoon dear. Welcome to my humble abode.’ He said, bending a little.
‘ Very beautiful.’ I complimented.’
‘Thanks. Let me introduce you to my son. Andrew! Andrew! Andrew!
‘Sir.’ he said approaching.
‘My wife is………….’
‘Oh blessing! What a surprise. He rushed at the dumbfounded me and pecked me. He was too excited to notice me and his father’s facial expression.
‘You didn’t tell me you were coming this early. Thank you so much…..’
‘Wait! Wait! Wait! What is happening? Andrew! This is my to-be wife that I have been telling you about.’
‘What? Shit! Racheal! Will you speak?’
‘Eerrrm, Eeerrm.’
‘Ouch! Fuck mehn! So you are a tart? You are dating my father and I.
‘Raaacheeel, Raaacheeeal. I never knew you were such an immoral girl. I thought you claimed you were pregnant?
‘Yes. I’m. It is for you. I swear. I swear. I didn’t know he is your son. I was only playing tricks on him.’
‘Shut up! So you’ve been playing tricks on me, right? You’ve been sleeping with my father too. Who knows who else that is sleeping with you? Before you ruin our family. Please get out! Out! I say out!’ I ran out, terrified. Unfortunately for me, rain had started falling. I wept. Clasping my hands together on my head in regret……….

‘Racheal! Racheal! Which kain yeye sleep be this?
‘Hnmmmm, hnmmm, uhnmmmmm. Ha! So it was a dream?’ I woke up gasping for breath.
‘Welcome Miss Josephine. Are you panting this heavily because of an ordinary dream? Shey person thief yah money for your dream ni or na masquerade dey chase you?’
‘Blessing, you won’t understand. It is more terrible than that.’
‘Really? Narrate am make I hear.’
‘I dreamt that I met…………’
My Nightmares,
My Loopholes..

“A little Giant 2” by Providence Wright

How I wish I could enter the mind of a mosquito,
To know what it knows
And see what it sees

How on Earth does it know
That its buzzing in the ear of man
Causes discomfort?
How does it see even in the darkest of nights?

Its nature is nocturnal, I agree
Is that why it has mastered every nook and cranny of my house?
They always come in battalions; their Commander,
Releasing them in batches,
So, when the anti mosquito substances come
Whether in liquid, solid or air
They all don’t die at once.

Where on Earth did this creature get such wisdom!?

So little it is, yet causes so much pain with its ferocious bites; you know,
If its bites were inconsequential like that of Paul’s experience at Melita, how sweet it would have been.
But its infusion and theft causes swelling when itched
And discomfort all round.

Oh! Thou female specie
The worst of them all,
Spreading her virus into man without care.
How I hate her essence!
Many have died; innocent children who couldn’t be shielded from your cruelty.

I understand you have to do this to survive
And you have,
As you are the most successful insect on Earth
Man’s numerous attempts to bring you down has failed.

You wicked thing!
You pride in our fall,
Nonetheless, I believe that Africa will conquer you someday!

“A little Giant” by Providence Wright

A poor countenance in a rich environment is what you have brought
I have a lot to say;
The arrival of the Moon is a signal to your terror,
You unleash your sting on humanity

At night, we hear unrhythmical claps trying to end your game
Many are unsuccessful
Why were you created? I ask myself
You have become so rude
That you dare to spread your wings even at noon.

Oh ye Creator of insomnia
Beside you
Every other insect is intimidated
When the mosquito meets with the cockroach, it asks
What are your feats?
The roach becomes numb
It asks the fly
How many deaths have you caused in the last decade?
The fly flies away
Even the almighty bee bows at its prowess.

Our environment doesn’t welcome the snow
Our insane gutters encourage your living
Our stagnant waters have crowned your reproduction
Scientist have made a cure from your sting
But it isn’t enough to save mankind
From your little big cruelty.

“Believe Me” by Obisanwo Oladipupo

I am not the I AM
Howbeit, I am who I am;
I am neither a prophet,
Nor one who declareth
But believe me.

Though you search for honesty
In a world full of travesty;
You search for amnesty;
In a world full of nemesis;
You will find what your heart seeks.
Believe me.

Though sickness forever ravages;
Poverty runs through the ages;
Though adults defile underages;
Sanity shall flood all places;
Believe me.

Though disorder be the order;
And sapiens detest one another;
Though hunger seems forever;
Peace shall outgrow it’s border
Believe me.

Though the world be upside down;
The souls of men weary and down;
Sorrow as an overwhelming gown;
Joy shall lifts it’s crown.
Believe me.

Believe me!
Believe me!!
Believe me!!!

At A Time Like This. Dipo Obisanwo

At a time like this
When hopes are dashed;
When dreams are crashed;
At a time like this
When sorrow mingles, with the breeze,
I will look up to the hills.

At a time like this
When insecurity defies measure;
When crime now brings pleasure;
At a time like this
When evil sizes up to the seas,
I will look up to the hills

At a time like this
When the sins of men catch up with them;
When danger becomes difficult to stem;
At a time like this
When hatred is all the eyes sees,
I will look up to the hills.

At a time like this
When my pen confronts my fright;
When the wrong overpowers the right;
At a time like this
When I sit to write like this,
I will look up to the hills.

© Dipo Obisanwo

A Not-So Careul Rant on Chinua Achebe’s Things Fall Apart. Chiedozie Ude

Well, straight to my rant. I’ll drop something more detailed whenever my spirit tells me to.

Things Fall Apart is seen as a prototype book that aptly portrays the lives of Africans before the coming of the colonial masters and even during the colonial era. Therefore, many critics regard it as a historical fiction.

Achebe, masterfully, tells the African story from an African perspective. Before this book was written, we had so many stereotypic works about Africa that were written by Europeans. These works described Africa as a savage place that housed lawless black people. A typical example of one of such books is Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness. Because of these European depictions of Africa, it became important for us Africans to tell our own story; and in my opinion, Achebe did that through Things Fall Apart.

This story narrates the saga of Okonkwo, the protagonist. Okonkwo typifies a traditional African man who believes in toxic masculinity. No wonder he loathes his father and everything his father epitomises because his father is his foil. This theme of masculinity is further reinforced in the way Okonkwo treats Nwoye. Sadly, this treatment of Nwoye was to force Nwoye to accept the Christian missionaries. Also, it is owing to the fact that Okonkwo hated anything feminine that made him kill Ikemefuna.

Okonkwo, despite being a flawed character, has some admirable qualities. He is hardworking and prosperous. He symbolises the indigenous African resilient spirit; the spirit that helps us thrive under hardship. According to the narrative, the odds were against Okonkwo, but he still found a way to succeed. Thus, he also deserves our admiration. Therefore, we can say that he represents the prosperous nature of Africa before the coming of the colonial masters.

The book also covers a lot of traditional Igbo practices such as the New Yam Festival, the Masquerade Event, and the Wrestling Event. With these events, Achebe seeks to show the richness of the Igbo culture as against the erroneous belief that Africans only practiced barbaric cultures.

Also important to talk about is the genre of the novel. This book falls under historical tragedy. The tragedy perspective is totally valid because it show how the coming of the whites completely destroyed our way of life. Of course, for things to fall apart, there has to be a cataclysmic event. In this case, the destructive event is colonialism. To simply put it, Achebe aims to tell the story deculturisation of Africa by Europe. He does this by narrative the story of his tragic-hero, Okonkwo, who despite his zeal to do what he feels is right, possesses several flaws that are Illuminated by several factors — modernization, colonialism, fear, tradition, to name a few. These flaws ultimately lead to his downfall. By extension, the flaws symbolically represent the flaws in the traditional African society that made it possible for the colonial masters to conquer and enslave Africans. Surely, the decision of the district commissioner to write the story of the life of Okonkwo in a single paragraph helped to strengthen the argument that this book is a tragedy.

So, in terms of form and content, Things Fall Apart deserves to be celebrated. It simply presents the lives of Africans before and during colonialism. Let me stop the rant here.

“Pen” by Providence Wright

I am grateful to the pen
For it has been my companion.
I am grateful to the ink
For it has been my joy all long,
My love and my Ken

I am grateful to the pen
For it understands my deepest thoughts.
I am grateful to the ink,
For its aroma is my muse
My love and my Ken.

I am grateful to the pen
For it speaks for me
I am grateful to the ink
For it voices out my complains,
My love and my Ken.

I will forever be grateful to the pen
For it will never leave me
I will forever be grateful to the ink
For its mark never dies,
And my works will speak forever.

Beckoning! By Providence Wright

Your Romeo in disguise awaits.
Speedy horses at your tail’s hair.
Answer to the call of your fragile shoe.
Mistresses, respond to affection quickly!
Your skins’ crack cannot be stopped.
Mirror mirror, tells of their dimming eyes.
Menopause’s arrival is near.
Your dreadful womb is weak.
Make amendments to your doting constitutions.

No time! By Providence Wright

No time is what they say
But they create time for pleasures.
No time is what they say
But sleep, food and work doesn’t elude them.
We create time for what we love.

No time is what they say
But they possess wristwatches and hang wall clocks.
No time is what they say
But they construct timetables in schools,
And have a calendar for the year
We create time for important things.

No time is what they say
But success and failure is determined by it.
No time is what they say
But the rich and the poor understand its usefulness.
We create time for wealth.

God, look at this ungrateful creature you called man.
He complains of not having me
While I rest in his bosom always.
He doesn’t see my usefulness until when late.
I have been shared equally to them
But they throw me away ignorantly and give complains.
Sheer wastefulness!
I remain sheer and indispensable to mankind!

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