JENNIE IFEATU

Episode 5 He moved through his farm, making rustling sounds as his feet crumbled the dry leaves on the ground. He paced up and down looking tensed,  "Does it mean that they don't need firewood today?", he soliloquized. He sat on a huge mound of caked sand, tapping his feet against the ground nervously then he scratched his head and walked down the narrow path leading to the stream.  When he got there, there were children filling their pots with water, he slowly climbed up the guava tree and relaxed on a branch. The children seemed unaware of Anyanwu's presence, it was better because he didn't want to attract their attention. Soon the area became quiet and he was contemplating on staying or going back home when he heard voices engaged in gossip and laughing loudly. He watched them from the branch, they were all maidens then he set his eyes on her and jumped down.  Their eyes locked and he allowed a smile spill over his handsome face, "what are...

Episode 4 Anyanwu got home but Amadioha was not in the compound, "Amadi! Amadi!" but dead silence echoed a response. If there was something he needed at the moment, it was solitude. He sat back to fantasize about the maiden, she was all his ideal woman should be. Her smile radiated like the stars, her strides were elegant as the gazelle's, her skin tone was perfect, he smiled and placed his hands on his head,"Chai! Nwata na mma", he exclaimed. In the cool evening, Amadioha returned with a package tied in plantain leaves. Anyanwu was still outside relaxing on the wooden reclining chair and drinking palm wine, immediately he saw Amadi, "Egbeigwe! Tawara! tawara! tawara!", he hailed him imitating somone shooting an arrow. "Hmmmm.....Dike!" Amadioha replied as they exchanged pleasantries by slightly hitting their palms against each other's thrice. "Nnoo!", Anyanwu welcomed him. Amadioha looked at his brother and smiled. ...

   Poet Graciano Enwerem is about to storm the poetry world just the same way hurricane Katrina stormed America, Lol. Hold on! Don't runaway, it's not going to be fatal, i assure you that you will love it. On the 21st of March 2016, while poets all over the world shall be celebrated to mark World Poetry Day, the much anticipated audio files of the poems "12 Million Nonsense" and "What Nigerians Want" by Graciano Enwerem shall hit the mainstream.   "12 Million Nonsense" by Graciano Enwerem is one of the most popular poems that made waves in 2014, especially in Nigeria. The poem bares not only the futility of the National Conference in Nigeria in March, 2014 but also highlights the corruption fecundity embellished therein. The poem, "12 Million Nonsense" amassed a perfect score (10-10-10) in the final round at War Of Words 3, a poetry slam organized by i2x Media and till date has remained one of the fans' favorite of all Graciano Enw...

  He wobbled like a duck with his legs wide apart, his baggy knicker dancing to the tune of his walking steps. "Mami, here's the milo", he hands her the milo sachets and walks in the same manner back into the house, "but why is poo poo on your knicker?", his mother's question causes him to pause for a while. "I didn't know it came out" , his 8-year old voice replied. "Hmmm..... Oloriburuku oshi, you did not know? How will you know with your big head?". This is a constant scenario in most Nigerian homes. Some folks will read through this and laugh 'Oh African mothers! They are like that' but why are some mothers so insensitive? That scenario was a real life experience of an 8 years old boy who had been raped countless times by a neighbour who had his shop opposite their house and had been warned not to talk about it or he would die. Now, Parents! There's an old and re-emerging animal called a PAEDOPHILE, it could...

I stretched my long frame on the entire lenght of my bed and my mind kept wandering as I waited for the flight to fantasy island. I was wondering how I had become this tall, as a kid I believed we grew taller when we are at sleep. My gaze wandered around my dark room, clothes hung on the mobile wardrobe looking like blood-thirsty zombies, I laughed away the thought. Soon, I was about to board the long awaited flight then she sauntered into my room uninvitedly, I felt the presence of another fellow in my subconcious then opened my eyes to behold her. "Are the ear muffs, net-screened doors and long night gown despite the terrible heat all objects to herald my coming?", she teased in her sing-song voice as she pranced about delightedly. "How did you gain entrance in here, miss Singaholic?", I shot back at her with my best sleepy but blood-shot eyes. She laughed heartily, "I go wherever I want to, you must be a dummy to ask such a question". I swallow...

Episode 3 He was digging the ridges as sweat dripped from his body effortlessly, suddenly he winced, he felt his right thumb then with the aid of his left thumb and index finger, he pulled out a tiny piece of wood from his right thumb, letting out a grunt. He felt the thumb again and nodded in satisfaction, "Ndi ojoo!", he breathed with a sigh. The sun was scorching, Anyanwu hated working when the sun was hot but he didn't leave the house on time because he had to cover the roof with new palm fronds, he had always preferred to leave home when his shadow would be behind him. He was determined to finish the work on that land but suddenly he heard some rustling among the leaves on the adjacent land. "Who is there?", he asked but he got no response. The leaves continued to rustle, perhaps it might be one naughty squirrel or rabbit, he thought. Soon, the sound continued and he became afraid, wielding his cutlass, he crouched to deal with wha...

The previous track was all beats and no lyrics, it could possibly have been the reason for my headache till it gave way for "Say something, I 'm giving up on you" by The Great world and Christina Aguilera. By the day, Nigerian citizens give up on Nigeria. Even some of our brothers and sisters in 'Obodo oyibo' have vowed never to return. The exchange rate of the dollar to naira keeps increasing like the pace of a snake under a green grass, incessant insurgent attacks cripples national security,daily corrupt activities of government officials fill the dailies,violence rules the street and seems our economy has gone AWOL (Away. Without Leave). I have been to a lot of seminars on youths taking over Nigeria as future leaders,bla bla bla. I have seen a lot of symposiums on creating leadership awareness among Nigerian youths but they are not effective. Obviously we, the Nigerian youths have lost our compasses and don't know the direction to go but I believe the...