my best friend 

​That’s my best friend that’s my best friend 

My best friend has always been with me

From the very beginning 

Been by my side

Fed me when I was hungry 

Soaked my temple when I was alone and overheating 

….That’s my best friend that’s my best friend….

Was there through the good times 

When there was nothing but smiling faces and sunny days 

Bowls of isiewu and bottles of God’s liquid

Guiding this heavenly nutrition straight to my mouth continue reading......

dead rose

I always thought I was destined to walk this earth alone, till I crossed paths with a goddess, skin bright like ivory

Alas it wasn’t meant to be, for we spoke a different language and bowed before different deities

Then I met me a queen, tall and lithe

Full of regality, head held high

My very own Nefertiti 

And it was all rosy at first, till the gods blessed me with the same gift that they gave to Oedipus

Now I’m stuck listening to Lana Del Rey & The Weeknd,  wondering if truly I am destined to walk alone, with a box full of magnums and no particular hole to call my own continue reading......

halle berry or halleluyah

Last wednesday was ash wednesday (or was it the one before), the beginning of the ‘lenting’ period for christians. As is customary, a lot went to different church services, trying to get that ash on their fore heads (how did that even start sef, I mean, who woke up and said, ‘hey, we should rub ash on people’s fore heads’? Na wa o). I was at the office, trying to sleep out the previous night’s hangover when suddenly my phone rang. It was one of my cousins. “Arinze, hmmmm, hope you went to church o! You know yourself. Make sure you go o!”. That’s all she called to say!!. No, how are you, how is work, no small talk. Just straight to church talk. I just told her I’d go later, which she didn’t believe (and I don’t blame her, it didn’t even cross my mind to go to church). But this got me thinking. I’ve gained a reputation amongst close family members as a sort of ‘pagan’. When it comes to ‘voluntarily’ going to church for any reason whatsoever, count me out. How did this happen? My parents were Knights in the church, my foster parents ARE knights too. I used to love churchy activities when I was much ‘littler’, bible quizzes, church camps. I was in the boys brigade for God’s sake!. What changed? continue reading......


For the past few days, this particular song by American r&b artist Mario has been on repeat in my head. You’ll probably know the song, it was quite popular back in the day, titled ‘let me love you’. I put this ‘happening’ up as my bbm update, and I got a lot of comments (I really have crazy contacts) , ranging from ‘I must be in love’, ‘it’s probably cos valentine’s day is around the corner’ ‘sizzle your own don finish’ to one from a wonderful cousin of mine ‘n*gga u gay!!!’ (This particular comment had me laughing out loud like a mad man). continue reading......