She leaned on him as he staggered
Bare footed she trod the neatly tarred road while her hands wore the shoe
With tie lying loosely on his neck he held his jacket with one hand
The other, her waist and then they fell, yet up again.
As they walked, they smiled and occasionally laughed
Defying death they took to the middle of a four road high way
Motorists considered them crazy
They saw themselves immortal and invisible
She looked at him the umpteenth time with so much passion
And in the heat of it their lips joined
‘Look, there is a hotel!' She screamed.
It was not unusual, it was downtown
Both, the cynosure of eyes in the city
Ten hours ago he was in the Supreme Court arguing the biggest suit in the country
Six hours ago, she audited the federal government account
But at this moment, ethics has no meaning
His credit card and the receptionist voice sealed the deal
‘Room 454 it is. Do have a nice night sir/ma'
The result of their meeting at the bar two hours earlier
Alas, their clothes fell off
Sobriety would arrive in the morning
At dawn, they would realize they had slept in a hotel
And make acquaintances of each other.
Then also would the bar refill its barrels for launch next Friday
The reason it is called happy hour.
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Review of my novel 'The Blind Heart' done by Imani Bey
Her countenance was like an angel’s, so radiant. With a fixated gaze, I beheld her
countenance for eternity. Her appearance was
comely, a beauty to behold, and even in the
company she was in, she shone like a million
diamonds in darkness. Her smile was the blessing
of Venus. She was perhaps the most beautiful thing
in skirts I ever saw.
The Blind Heart is Adebanji Koiki’s autobiographical narrative of his youth’s infatuation at a glance. As a young man, Adebanji’s life, with his family, then amongst his friends and in his university, lost its idyllic, hardy pleasure when his heart was stolen by a gaze at a beautiful young lady. Koiki leads you through the story of his puerile-hearted love, through feelings of discouragement, seeming victories, and the endless, whimsical complications of his weak-willed, irresolute lover, with the story ending, as most real life stories do, in disappointment and defeat. I recommend this story to anyone willing to take a sympathetic read at a real story of a real man and his struggles with the thing that we carelessly call love.
I guess in life, we don’t always get everything we
want . . . .
Imani Bey is a prolific writer, she also manages http://novel-news-earthworld.blogspot.com
Crazy Africans
Crazy is not a word a blogger would use on his blog just few seconds after signing up. Believe me, it is the best to describe majority of our African leaders.
I have carried my black skin proudly, sang songs in the ears of those who cared to listen that I'm Nigerian and equally African, I have boasted of all we have but my leaders. Leaders who have embarrassed, embezzled, and transformed Africa to a shame for those of us who pride ourselves as her populace.
The world only see poverty and a people without vision and care for their citizenry when they hear Africa. This is not my Africa! This is not the Africa I grew in! The land of plenty that the white man tried to explore, the people that fought to die for their neighbours than to see them being carried away as slaves. The land where everyone greeted the other with encouraging words. A land of mutual respect!
Unfortunately, Nigeria got rich so also other African countries discovered treasures (natural resources) in their lands-the reason we suffer.
Little wonder then, when the world over say Africans are crazy. Their logic is very simple. We discovered wealth and our people became poor. The same resources meant to give us joy has led to turmoil.
We are indeed crazy!
Yes we are but not everyone of us,I say most of our leaders are.
Our leaders especially Nigerians are so greedy, so they embezzle all they can. Small brain! really really small!
Men who claimed to be educated but failed to see beyond the nose. Men with the greatest opportunity in life to better the lives of people but choose to steal. Men without vision who only love the idea of leadership.
Men who are quick at receiving aids without shame when we have more than enough, yet funds for their personal accounts. Men who build the biggest houses, buy the most expensive cars with government money and drive them on bad roads.
Avarice is what it is called! Brainlessness is what I call it.
Crazy African leaders, the world don't respect you when you stock up money in their banks. They think you're a fool!
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