Happy New Year! Tough year, but you made it! I'm happy for you. Quick question: Are fictional stories really based on invented facts, or are they stories which the real characters do not, for whatever reason(s), attest to as real after ‘The End’ had been written? Well, ‘fun’ fact about…

Today is BORO Day again. At age 27, about five weeks after the first military coup in Nigeria, i.e. on 23rd February 1966, Major Isaac Jasper Adaka Boro declared the secession of the Niger Delta region, as a last response to the environmental assaults, oppression and marginalisation the region had…

1. cockerel talk the midwife couldn’t tell if it was midnight or midday, the sun don gas. shuttling the famished East-West no be beans, even for big stars. papa’s cockerel lies whenever it breaks the birth of a new night. i will not clap for you, cockerel, unless you crow these skies bright…

Maybe Time is on a Loop. The idea of Time — that it is precious, ever-fleeting and difficult if possible to recover — looms over our personal and collective existence. For many, it is frustrating to think that they just might be running out of time or are being chased…

After we have done deals, you bring you, here’s me and we will call it ours as we gather again, like firewood in Mother’s hearth. And, as our rough edges kiss, sparking hot conversations about ghosts of moons gone, the fruit is a fire that cooks our spirit for the moons to come. And, after we have downed meals, wood depart, fire gasps for breath, but with puffed cheeks, we blow kisses from faraway lands to keep embers breathing

Chocolate water, home-thirsty travellers, groaning engines, bouncing boats, sprinting breeze, billowing shirts pained buttocks, straightening backs checking gunboats, pointed guns throttled speed, surrendering hands; higher, higher, even higher: “Where to?” Where else but home? Waving forests, ripening farms, big, miming waves, dancing canoes, curling creeks cuddled by loving creektowns, orange lights cast on black skies, like the sun stayed up late to welcome sons from faraway lands.

I It was when I began seeing the chocolate water, waving forests, ripening farms, canoes dancing to miming waves, curling creeks curdled by creek towns and the orange lights of gas flaring cast on black skies, that I felt the depth of how much I had missed. …

(First Written and Published in April 2020) Global Greenhouse Gases (GHG) emission levels have dropped considerably, following the outbreak of the pandemic that has resulted in the halt of a number of emission sources. …