My Story about those guys you dread!!! #DiaryOfTheHostage feat. NoWhere Girl by @BlessingTangban

ZUBA

Zuba! Zuba!! Zuba!!! Oga you no dey go?

A man alighted a cab at the junction where I stood waiting for a cab and as I looked into the car, I saw the three unfriendly faces – they reminded me of the kind of faces we saw way back when we begged to be dropped at Dutse junction after we had scaled fences to return home without due permission from the school authority – this is a familiar story of students of GSS Kuduru, as it is called.

I was already late for work that day, and to make those faces the reason not to board the cab, I didn’t consider. I greeted them with a pretentious smile and as expected, they whispered something that sounded more of a treat than a greeting – affirming my dread for their faces. No one spoke a word while we journeyed. Not too long, another passenger, a broad shouldered man, with beard that almost made him look like one of those people, he wore a cap that half-covered his head, ‘attire’ that revealed no skin and shoes that announced his belief in every piece that was revealed.

31 DAYS OF POETRY- DAY 24- DEATH IS... - by Chika Jones

Does death come in seasons?
Like the broken needles,
On the tongues of winded dragons?
Like the red of flowers in harmattan,
Or does it come through the hole of scarabs,
When brave young girls venture alone into the forests,
And emerge with painted hands,
I remember the lives of dead ones,
Like a kaleidoscope of ever changing sounds,
The baby's first cry,
The ratata of gunfire,
The thud of falling earth,
Ha!

31 DAYS OF POETRY- DAY 18- IBADAN DOTI- by Ijalusi Samuel

Ibadan

With vast vallies and hills
Upright to ward off ancient attacks
Citadel of pacesetter.

Her streets rallies of rags and pills
Littered grounds, stinking bin tanks
Dirt guilty even scholars.