“What are you listening to?” “Music.” “Obviously I know that,I mean by who was this sung?” “Whom. It’s an opera aria, by Mozart,the woman singing is Anna Nebtreko.” She lifted her intense gaze slowly from her canvas and stared out at me from behind her gold rimmed glasses and used neatly manicured fingers to force … Continue reading Where Dreams Comes From
I saw smoke came from the ground. I feeled my heart jumps in my chest, as my hands move slow, from left to right. We marches in fastly, our legs hit the ground in the same time, our movements perfectly synchronises. In the centre of the stage, I throwed my head up, and pulls my … Continue reading Oga-Madam call it Nostalgia
The language policy in Nigerian schools entails, English as the standard medium of communication between the teacher and student. Indigenous languages such as Yoruba, Igbo or Hausa are electives in the Nigerian curriculum. They are not compulsory subjects to sit for at the end of Basic Education. On the other hand, English is a … Continue reading Language Policy in Lagos
My mother always taught me about perspective Some may see it, some may not, Some may perceive it,thats just the way the war is faught It’s all about perspective She used to say Change the perspective Everything becomes clear as day Perfect Nigeria, sunny and blue It wouldn’t be accomplished Without me and you So … Continue reading Perspective
Abeokuta, the city under the rock My hometown, a city which I love A wonderful place, continuously developing A delicate land, with its beauty enveloping As an Egba boy, I represent my town Embracing my culture, expressing it all around I see splendor in my people So I don’t fear to be one of them I see … Continue reading The City Under The Rock
What teaches them is the past. It’s neither the violence nor the rape, Nor the oppression, nor the pain. It’s the remembrance of a society that greed has overthrown. Pain is relative. You don’t know good until you’ve seen bad, Or sweet until you’ve tasked sour. You don’t know anything, until you meet its converse. … Continue reading Mistakes.
Ije, Ego, Cudi, Owo, The common Igwe They sit there wielding their whips As we all bow, Oba, Igwe, We call in our native tongues. The things we wouldn’t do, Loyal citizens to the core, Maybe one would break rank, And run to freedom, But for now, Money shall rule. -Oluwafeyishayo Aluko
Asiko, he runs He doesn’t wait for anyone The Oba can beg Olori can cry Asiko will still run, You never see him coming, Only see him leave He robs you of your youth Don’t let him catch you unaware Build your forte You never know when he comes, And he always takes his dues. … Continue reading Take Time.
An enormous wave of water approaches us and we sit on our balconies, in blissful ignorance, sipping our tea and munching on our perfectly crunchy, perfectly creamy crackers. If the Egyptians knew the red sea would have destroyed them, they would not have run into it. They underrated the challenge that stood before them, and … Continue reading A Question of Style
Jamaicans speak their Creole with such pride and enthusiasm that foreigners become eager to learn it. Nigerians, on the other avoid speaking their Pidgin, with the mindset that it is socially degrading but nonetheless complain of its unpopularity. Rome wasn’t built in a day and I’m sure that the Jamaican Creole wasn’t created in one … Continue reading “20 Nigerian Pidgin Proverbs that will surely make you laugh”