The One Wedding Picture On My Phone

This is the only wedding picture I have on my phone. I was looking at it today and wondering why I like it, why I kept it. At first I thought it’s because I saw a yearning in the woman’s eyes, like she really enjoys the man and; from a deep, true place, she wants to be with him. Then I realized that it’s more because she looks stately. She looks like a woman who can take care of herself, yet she chooses to be with him. I want to be chosen, desired. Not sometching that is sought for because in a fundamental way, it is thought to be needed. Something that has to be had anyway.

One reason people fear the feminist movement Continue reading “The One Wedding Picture On My Phone”

Getting Directions (Midweek Short)

I asked a lady for directions to an event centre 

Woman: Okay do you know power line?

Me: No ma. Ok is it that place with many electricity poles?

“Yes. So when you get to power line, enter the tarred road on your right. Do you know the tarred road?”

“No”

“Or you can use the untarred road. Do you know the untarred road?”

“No”

“Okay, just enter the tarred road on your right sha”

“Okay”

“Be going straight you will see the place on your left.”

 

 

Image source: Pinterest

Painting Denrele

Denrele is always pitched at the left corner whenever I come into the class to teach. His stare is vague. It is not questioning or expectant like those from the other students. His eyes suggest hope, but it is one tempered by experience. He doesn’t have to sit apart from the other students for one to notice that he is older than all of them, but he does. His large frame and brush-like stubble already say so.

There is a carriage that blatantly betrays a determined spirit. Continue reading “Painting Denrele”

Hi everyone!

I hope you’ve had a great week so far. A new post was to be put up this weekend but unfortunately, I’ll have to shift it to Monday. I’ve adjusted the countdown below 👇 to show that. In the meantime, 😀 please check out our freshly updated About Page, it’s a nice read too.

Also, I’m thinking of maybe not posting From the Unknown Regions but instead something that lines up more with what’s written on our new page. What do you think I should do? Feel free to leave comments on the About page, I’ll greatly appreciate it!

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What Does a Five Year Old Think of TV?

Once I saw a little bird

Flying up up up

Then I said

Little bird

Will you stop stop stop…

As a child I’d sing that song with all my heart, making gestures at the bird with my fingers while I let my imaginations roam. For some reason, I really really thought I could be that bird… haha, I just assumed there was some sort of glitch preventing me from being the bird at that moment. Assumed? A child had no time for such tedious thought, no patience for such conclusions. I quickly found something to be distracted by – like sand for example. I busied myself with the intense work of making and smashing sand castles. There was enormous time on my hands – and lots of sand! Why waste my time with birds? A mere ant crawling through the dirt was enough to capture my attention. I would crouch and watch its path, and examine their ‘houses’. I dreamt of looking in and seeing what it’s like. You know that cartoon about the boy who was turned ant-sized by a bunch of vengeful ants? Ant Bully. You know children actually believe that? They want to be the boy! I wanted to. I faithfully held on to the belief that I could be abducted by ants if I was in the right place, if I lived among the right people – and it would be a fun adventure!

But I wasn’t the right people. Continue reading “What Does a Five Year Old Think of TV?”

Guns at a Wedding

…continued from Wedding Part One

Skip to the reception. L had to admit, the setup was beautiful; two large white canopies sprawling on a grassy field. The chairs and tables inside them were draped in purple and orange linen, the same material criss-crossed the ceiling in gently tumbling fashion. After sitting in the canopy and listening to the band there for a while, L was bored. He decided to scout his surroundings just to get a feel of the place. The field was actually a small one, it was square shaped and about 500ft was left of each side of the canopy, the grass wasn’t so green. The ground was uneven, in some parts L felt like he was skipping rather than walking. Continue reading “Guns at a Wedding”

On The Newer Nigerian Movies

It affects the Nigerian film industry, the fact that our culture didn’t have enough time to grow and blend organically, into one that can fluidly navigate the new global environment. We didn’t have the time to make sense of this task of interacting with a global audience and maintaining an image to a global audience. Thrust into the media, we hit the western culture, which dominated television, head on. From there we got suggestions – subtle, but ubiquitous – on the new ‘cool’ way to behave. We tried to acclimatize to a new spotlight, this new experience of being seen and watched by so many different societies. For the first time our way of life could be picked apart, applauded or criticized by many different cultures around the world. I don’t think we had the time to notice this change Continue reading “On The Newer Nigerian Movies”