The Kolo Kenneth Kadiri Blog

I'm in love with Abuja; Her love strikes me with lightning bolt; She kills me with wont!

I define my life on the roads of Abuja Where a hole is dug in my pocket; even bigger As fast cars drive through at break-neck speed

There's a thriving marketplace When insomnia comes to Owls, to Ravens Aminu Kano, Adetokunbo Ademola, crescents of Ahmadu Bello

The overcast be reddened rooftops Partial windbreaks Walls of driedout generations of alga The dominant color is abandoned gray Years...

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...