The Kolo Kenneth Kadiri Blog

For area wey we dey, see enof crib for paddy Ajebo wey hate us call am ghetto Say na shacks and kpako so so full am But na them papa no ...

O, Lord! Despite a great many prayers to You, we are continually losing our wars. Tomorrow we shall again be fighting a battle that i...

I look upon my maleness, that little prick - disenchanted from simple definition. I detest the tale, nor admire its lack of depth - T...

Abuja's wet;  But I'm sweating.  While she just lay there, I plough.

Poisoned chalice, scion of the Family tree. Barren, devoid of good. Ukamaka and Ugonna ate of it Camwood and oil palm sold aplenty ...

Precisely on my table She left for me a note Written in decipherable codes Of which I thought was a fable The note had got a...

Comets don your crests - dragon’s vomit! Fists of Herod, fists of Xerxes. You are yesterday’s May twenty-ninth, just before cun personified...

Worshipful stars heard Your reverence, your tongues For you missed our boat And you were not behind When you left and became god The deaf h...

Bida the Fulani tent, Dendo’s first test at cun - Jewel in the trough Fulani’s torch billows forth... The Etsu of heaven. Puppet from the...

He peeps from the hole between his seat and the window, smiles at me, and then automatically expects a response. I touch the cape of my h...