Godwin Inyang's Blog, page 13

THE STREETWALKER (1)

Adet was deep in contemplation.Seatedat a remote corner of the fast-food bar with a bottle of an orange-flavouredsoft drink and a meat pie, she had carefully watched the men come in, size upthe tables and draw near the ones with the women they fancied and would taketheir seats, order for drinks and food, eat and chat; then they would pay andfinally leave with most of these women in tow

LIFE IS ONE BIG MASQUERADE DANCE

Theekpo masquerade is segmented intothree – the adult, youth and children. Every year, the best dancer is crowned (inthe hearts of spectators) king or prince of each category. A king of the adultcategory or prince of any of the junior categories is identified by his thighs– they wear briefs – and mask as the masked fellows are never ever addressed bytheir personal names. The ekpo isonly

SONNET ON THE WALL

She sits quite stylishly on the wall;Streamlined figure, well-manicured fingers;Her stature is neither short nor tall;Her mild perfume on my nostrils lingers. Her voice is mellifluous to my ears;Her garments are simple yet elegant.On her neck is a resplendent chain she wearsWith a crown etched on the pendant. I draw close and she leaps on me grandly:A grip on my intellect

TALE FROM LAGOS (1)

 PART ONE001I came, the fresh school-leaver chasing you;The grand things I thought about you weren’tfew.What would come out from the other side ofyou,I little thought of or hardly knew. 002My springboard you were sure going to beAnd such dreams I bore along with me.Like bullet in flight I was to turn a star;Riding back home in a big fancy car. 003It started out a

TALE FROM LAGOS

 PART ONE001I came, the fresh school-leaver chasing you;The grand things I thought about you weren’tfew.What would come out from the other side ofyou,I little thought of or hardly knew. 002My springboard you were sure going to beAnd such dreams I bore along with me.Like bullet in flight I was to turn a star;Riding back home in a big fancy car. 003It started out a

Christmas

The sky beams, birds sing,Butterflies and grass dance inThe heavenly grace.The dark clouds are gone.The trees now undressed can batheIn warmth of the sun.Bees flit between buds,Kissing the tender lips ofPetals for nectar.Fragrance and aromasWaft through the harmattan haze.It’s the season’s meet:Where herons inspectThe hide of grazing cattleIn the fields for fleas;Kids with bright eyes checkEvery

A Girl's Mind (The Omitted Chapters) {Excerpt}

Chapter TwelveThenews came into the college that Chop-pay had survived the gruesome attack onhim but would be crippled for life. Then rumours filtered in that members ofthe cult that mauled him, on hearing he was alive, were planning a fresh attackon Chop-pay in the clinic. The young man was whisked away by concernedrelatives to an undisclosed location.The NCE examinations terminated in

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A GIRL'S MIND (2)

‘What a question!’ Eddy laughed. ‘Okay,’ he said andcomposed himself. ‘I would. When we do we won’t know where it starts and whereit ends. Sex for us would be a spice in our soup pot of love mixed with otheringredients to make our lives’ meals exciting. A spice alone can’t cook you asoup. You need dozens of ingredients to make it work. People burn their lovepots for failure to combine the

A GIRL'S MIND (1)

 Chapter OneTHEMOON WAS FULL. Its light shone brightly and softly on the village. Apart fromthe college, relying on a powerful generator, the village had failed in severalattempts to connect to the national grid. It was speculated that the wizardsand witches here didn’t just like it as the electric lights would curtail theirclandestine operations, hence their intense opposition whenever