Monday, October 17, 2016
Peerline? What is a Peerline you may ask? Well stop reaching for a dictionary that word does not exist, I made it up. Why not? This topic is a little less formal than usual so let’s loosen our ties (Or girdles) and dig in.
Dating sigh that exciting insufferable dance we must all dance in the name of physical attraction, courtship, pre rites of course to the final destination MARRIAGE…maybe some keep on dancing but let’s focus on the pre rites.
Monday, October 10, 2016
The Legal society and some members of the general public have been up in arms over the arrest of some senior judges in Nigeria over the weekend. Conflicting details keep filtering out but apparently these judges who have been under surveillance by the DSS, were arrested and search warrants issued to search their premises, the searches carried out discovered piles of cash stocked in their houses that were allegedly paid to them to influence cases.
Immediately I heard the news my first reaction was that I hope due process was followed, The Judiciary is supposed to be an independent arm of government, I hoped that the sanctity of its independence had not been polluted with this action. Regardless of the severity of the corruption allegations against the judges what is the position of the law on this matter.
Friday, October 7, 2016
GREED that five letter word takes a life of its own,
Its tentacles reaching out from beneath my skin grasping at the strings of my soul,
My legs are compelled by the force of its energy, driving me like strong winds into the dark waters.
Caution thrown to the wind, aggression boiling my blood over.
The light that had shown from my eyes have turned a blistering red.
My actions like sharp twisted fangs are wrought with the direction of its Lust.
Tuesday, October 4, 2016
A Blog Reader who wishes to be anonymous forwarded this piece as inspired by the 56th Independence of Nigeria , which was on October 01, 2016.
Makes for a short interesting piece.
Friday, September 30, 2016
Donald listened ardently as Ikenna taught him the rules of grammar from his English text book, he was now twelve years old. Gone was the skinny dirty looking boy that played with lizards and frogs by the gutter side, he had filled up a bit thanks to the free meals he got from Ikenna’s mum who owned a beer parlor under the bridge near the shanty he called home.
He spent his days helping out Ikenna’s mum as she prepared for her customers who stopped by in the evening. They would prepare meat pepper soup and mix up delicacies that the customers would take with their beer in the evenings, later in the day Ikenna would bring his school books and they would do his assignments together.
Going to school was out of the question for Donald, his mother did not care for education,