The Spirit of Ecstasy

The relative silence of Orunmila is often mistaken for many things. I once caught wind of a suggestion by a misled fellow who claimed that Orunmila vanished into a mysterious carapace somewhere in the margins of the spirit world after he grew resentful of his own people for adopting the ways of others.

Deck

I am at the deck Dusk trudges closer, reluctant and imminent My vision peers through the saturated air Eyes fixed on the muddy landscape This evening feels like the deepest hue of reddened mustard My mind is barely present to proceedings Yet another ragged bus slogs through the bumpy terrain Its creaky old noise momentarily…

There’s Something About Rain (Part Five)

CENTIPEDE TRAFFIC choked the breath of the Ugbowo expressway. Hakeem was somewhere in the chaos, in a bus. A miracle how all of eighteen passengers were squashed like sardines in a tin can into the mangled metal on dusty wheels. In the backpack on Hakeem’s laps was his dissertation, arranged and bound. He was on…

There’s Something About Rain (Part Four)

OVIE NEVER seemed to complain about anything. His father, who had two wives, was a commissioner in Delta state. “Mehn, God of War is still the shit,” Ovie said while punching on his PSP with his thumbs. Sitting right next to him was a distracted Hakeem who stared blankly at the marker board in front…

There’s Something About Rain (Part Three)

HER SLENDER FRAME trudged to towards Challenge Hostel. Hanging from her right shoulder was her backpack with a large bone sticking out of it. Held in her left hand was a massive, worn out anatomy textbook with a half-torn cover. The look on her face screamed of exhaustion. It was 6:30 p.m. and she had…

There’s Something About Rain (Part Two)

REGINA AND HAKEEM had become something like an item and it had been a week since the blue caravan. The semester was a month and a half old and Peter had turned 26. Hakeem had taken Regina to the birthday party at Peter’s house. Peter was the oldest of the final year political science students,…

There’s Something About Rain (Part One)

REGINA’S FORLORN SILHOUETTE stood in solitude a few yards from the front of the heavily lit classroom. Her books were firmly gripped by her folded arms which were pressed against her chest. She had been there for roughly ten minutes, unwillingly exchanging pleasantries with passers-by who she barely knew. Her obsession with knowing what others…

Asier Del Horno

Pensive We assemble at familiar lots My consciousness consumed with desires of dusty patches We move out in unison as we take turns to grope the round leather The boys All manner of sorcery invented by our idols unravel on the pitch, reprised by fervent disciples Tin gods As we stumble through adolescence Stray balls…

Hessdalen Lights

He had his hands in his pockets. Seated by him on a bench by their door was Mrs. Essien. In a tranquil manner, she pleaded with her children to treat him like he was just like them. He wasn’t. Edet was 11 when his father disappeared, leaving Stella to fend for herself and her child….