EDEN BENIBO

Our already cracked-dry lips, Skin as white and pale -as in the colour,white. Dusty-dry wind travels in and out of our nostrils, Almost tasteful. Hazy fog in the mornings,tell our untold stories; Our story of Chicken and Rice. Excitement grows READ MORE

It is only passion, dream, aspiration  and wit that makes life worth living. Even if you find your passion late in life,  don’t let it go,  pursue it with all your being. I have looked for many excuses to live in READ MORE

The communication of the faux notion that depressed people do not speak up prior to committing suicide should not be solely used to cajole them into speaking up. That assertion, when deeply looked into, suggests that the vulnerability of the READ MORE

I look down and I don’t recognize myself I tried hard, To push my legs to go fast but I guess theirs were faster than mine Pushed, To the wall of a filthy building All I heard were ripples I READ MORE

There is always a fight for everyone If you choose not to fight You never come into the light. People may say don’t bite more than you can chew Others may say it’s not necessary to fight, Little wonder life READ MORE

Do not blame me because I turn blue skies, purple The world is bored of her color; she barely looks at them anymore and smile Don’t point fingers at me because I dream I sing out loud, hopping on your READ MORE

She was scared, scared of the unknown.  At least, she knew she was scared of being alone. Scared of doing things alone. She’d always tell him what she wanted to do, always ask for his consent, they’d always do stuff READ MORE

(FACEBOOK WRITERS’ PHENOMENON) In many cities of the world, especially the under developing countries, writers have been subject of abuse, neglect, exploitation and even in extreme cases murdered by evil critics who don’t even  critique constructively. These writers, expected mirrors READ MORE

Listen, Our people. Our people, Listen! What we have to say to you! That you may know; You have long been deaf, And you have been blinded- By the mockery In the eyes  Of those ‘Culture thieves’. They who have READ MORE

Delight pondereth my soul in the outermost paths Found between the complexity of thoughts; Diverse immersion of yesteryears Dreaming it’s reality to the crumble presence of constrained existence, Oh! How I wished and longed that the fourscore, Double fourscore was READ MORE

He was desperate. So desperate he thought he could tear himself apart limb by limb without feeling an iota of pain. The continuous noise from the clock in a room this big was enough to tell it all. His endless READ MORE

Yesterday, at a press conference, while I was waiting for the keynote speaker of the conference, I met a new friend who is also a journalist. Having exchanged pleasantries and accepted our fates to have been delayed by the organizers READ MORE

Lagos, The city that never sleeps, Always on the move, Either sitting  still, or standing, Always on the move. In all of her gloriousness, She’s that woman with wild big eyes. Uncombed hair, deep voice, wide nose. A scowl on READ MORE

One of the major problems or  issues that some contemporary Nigerian writers have today is that they want to write and sound like Chimamanda Adichie,  Wole Soyinka, Chinua Achebe,  Christopher Okigbo, Habila Helon and Many others to be accepted by READ MORE

God created rainfall for Benin I am tired My clothes are forever wet Like the cheeks of a mourning widow The rain comes Like a book with endless chapters Shine me oh thy noble sun! Let your fierce hotness Feast READ MORE

  ‘Better lose the saddle than the horse’. Every mother’s voice echo these 7 words To her child, not just out of love, Not entirely for love but for joy. The joy of motherhood. This life will be hard (they READ MORE

A REVIEW OF BEN JOSSY’S BENUE CHILD “Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought” Percy Bysshe Shelley- “When I’m writing, I’m thinking about myself, because it’s the only experience I have to draw on. And I don’t READ MORE

Words to live by: Look not back on yesterday or what you have left behind, For only today is yours to claim and this moment only is your time. Fret not on what has been or on what has passed READ MORE

Our Sister, your sister, a turmoil-unhealed tumor, Born home, made street yet street chase after their lives; Below gantry they  seek shade. Our unborn progeny mothers Raped and murdered like ants, You took advantage of their purity; Even carved them READ MORE

Nights like this, we are strange creatures Created after a god- fading into a whisper; . We sit by our mother’s windows Wearing a colourless skin on a body Defiled by silence, emptiness & paleness Waiting for a known face, READ MORE