The Kolo Kenneth Kadiri Blog

It’s a wet, cold Friday afternoon for me in Abuja, but no matter what the weather is in Lagos, it won’t matter to young Samuel Adedigb...

Dear Dad, I know you are doing very well. Lois Kolo loves the fact that she sees you more often now, not like those days when work to...

I had him between my legs It was my first, and it ached I laid helpless in throbbing pains At his mercy while he raged Grueso...

“As every individual, therefore, endeavour as much as he can both to employ his capital in the support of domestic industry, and so ...

Babangida's white elephant The mammoth of lords Before the city gate After the town's skirt Where no distinct mark is ...

I have not seen your voice  The canary of dawn's worship  Crackling chuckles for the anger-lion's cow  The slithering h...

Edegbo was memory Myth with whisper's wings Cupid's prodigal child I bargained for your heart And you dally-ed a rock...

Aw, with this weather? Let the bombs rain Warmth come forth for Those without a blanket Merry where the cisterns leak They...

Don't love me sweet My heart's deep and wide You can never fill it Don't love me sweet My heart's given up...