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People that Look Like Me
A collection of thirty new poems looking at life, love and the challenges of life in America,…
Journey of translations
The languages my books have been translated into so far (March 31, 2012) : French German Spanish…
Ghost Town : an elegy to the demise of humankind
Some remarkable changes happened to the world in lockdown because of the novel virus pandemic disease. The…
I-Scream and The Fun Bunch
Okay, I am back to my blog after some months away. A lot has happened since then….
Book Launch for Gathering the Words
Join me for a day of celebrating both my birthday and the release of my book, Gathering…
From Ibadan With Love
My childhood years were spent in Ibadan, in a once prosperous middle class neighbourhood, where gentrification currently…
250,000 acres of pain
‘Yes, my dear young man, the country has now been stolen by soldiers who are only bandits…
Forty Thieves and the African Taleswagon
From the local British Council Library you could borrow four books or so for a couple of…
Tales retold for contemporary reading
Children are creative readers, my childhood imaginations were formidable. Reading a story or listening to a folktale…
Lights, Chimera, Action!
In front of my office is a children’s nursery school, and listening to the little ones recite…
Of Stock Tales and Enfants Terribles
Ogboju Ode Ninu Igbo Irunmole by D.O Fagunwa, is widely considered the first novel written in the…
Gathering Words – An Introduction
I see him at the beginning of faint memory, a three year old boy. I see him…
Gathering The Crooked Bullet
One of my favourite comedy films is The Black Bird, featuring a constantly harrased detective called Sam…
The mathematics of God
Sam Fajana spoke confidently and fluently as if he were reading from a book. ‘There exists a…
The man who fell under anointing
Femi had one occasion found himself in queue for laying of hands one Saturday breakfast meeting. It…
The return of the drummer
The old man finished his lunch and stared out for a while out through the wide window…
The Incredible Pianist
I once attended a church where the piano player had no idea how to play the damn…
The Interrogation – protest tale of an angry wordsmith
This is a “protest” story I wrote in 2006 in London. It is as usual a surrealistic…
The importance of not following your dream
Denrele woke up smiling, passionately hugging and kissing his pillow. He could hear loud knocks, but they…
Jagunlabi’s Garden – a political parable
Sugomu woke up one morning to find with alarm that someone had planted a farm in the…
Herbie Wayne Connects With God
The large room lit by a single conical black-light lamp, vibrated with the frantic throb of…
Denge’s Last Stand
Denge’s Last Stand ? They could hear the whack-whack sound of the helicopter as it circled overhead….
Femi Suffers a Heartbreak
Femi suffers a heartbreak 🙁 The next day, Sunday, was even more unkind to him. He had…
The Tension in the Air – a Reminiscence
3.15 pm I have arrived at the Owerri airport , having pre-booked my flight by phone while…
The Superior Machine : Mother
Some men still disagree with me that women are superior . Okay let us look at this…
The Final Draft
Writing the final draft of a long story is usually a very euphoric experience. Sometimes you momentarily…
On Mothers’ Day
So many jokes get posted on social media these days about how it is difficult to understand…
The Good Life
The game is not over, until the last over. I think a good life will be like…
