The Kolo Kenneth Kadiri Blog

The gods of Lagos have met To each, their share of minced meat and crimson Roast, with a bit of char was preferred Otedola's god; the ...

The gods of Ojuelegba shall Be appeased yearly Mangled meat and crimson Left at crossroads will do Woe betides you, there, under W...

Yuletide calls for stocktaking, as much as the air is filled with laughter, delicious aroma, buntings and fanfare. So, in-between catching ...

You see, the heart works in mysterious ways. It can be a hard nut to crack, then suddenly it is such a sponge cake, that anything can slice ...

Oko, labe igi oronbo A path that winds into the clouds In loving memory of broken cisterns that squirt. The very moan of trees Rises to nin...

My dreams are pregnant Weighed upon frail shoulders Thick as the gathering of storm Behind which you're the sunshine

It is not uncommon to meet amazing women for whom your admiration and flirtations ache to run to, for a tango. You know.., those dashing dam...

Come, let's take a solemn walk Down the boulevards of purgatory Men linger, half a century of pain Those who crossed at no will of th...

You know how it's a freaking sunny day in March and you miss the rainy season; or on a wet day in September, you wished the dry seaso...

Port Blue's "June Bugs" makes for a great flashback trigger. The music itself, and the name are unkind reminders to a sorry ...