The Kolo Kenneth Kadiri Blog

The night was cold. It was not traditional, like all nights – natural and usual. It was already two weeks in to the harmattan, but the he...

I sit half awake, half amok Carried away by the chants Of empty scary black masks Droning chants of nineteenth century druids Seasonal migra...

Tonight would be full moon Anticipations are high; anxiety lurk in street corners Foot paths are busied all day Though farmsteads receive le...

It was my first time in Nigeria's commercial capital, and even though I experienced what I've always read of in the papers and onlin...

On Sunday, I received a call to inform me that I have been invited to a workshop for student - correspondents of a newspaper house in Nigeri...

“Men persist only with the help, of property. The only way to property is through cultivation. The only way to cultivation is through just...

Some days back, I was trying to add some creativity to my writing... I just wanted to sound good, you know, something that people could buy,...