For some time now, I have been thinking about sex and where we all get the knowledge of it. I have been in gatherings where the need for sex talks between parents and their kids have been well emphasized (not overemphasized). I have heard stories about teenagers who have made great mistakes simply because they got their knowledge of sex from the wrong source. I have seen old men who regret not knowing about sex before having it. I have read stories of molestation, abuse, rape, failures of the formal sex education, premarital sex etc. and I have come to the conclusion that We Need More Sex Talks.
Coming Home. [Part 1]
Yes, it is not a mistake. It is not a dream. It is me, Ayanla. I will not be surprised or disappointed if you decide not to read this letter further because I know I do not deserve your attention and should even be grateful that you have read to this point and are still reading. Uncle, I want to say sincerely, I AM SORRY.
It Happened In Our Time.
My son, count me among them
Count me amount the ones who killed this place
I declare myself guilty this day
Count me among the silent dodos
Count me along the cowards that refused to die
Among those who refused to fight evil
Opening Your Heart
Last week, a friend asked me a question so many people must have been meaning to ask me but have not just because they haven’t had the chance or are, perhaps, scared of what my response might be. I had just returned from a four-day camp; Operation Salvage where I took pictures with most […]
History Will Remember Us.
History will remember us
How you led us to the gallows
Amidst cheers from your wicked fellows.
How you inserted us into ropes
And then you let go…you let go…
No one jokes with the priest. I do not know why he is called Priest, maybe because he used to pastor the Anglican church near Onuma’s house before he was accused of raping Kalichi. Some say he was a Catholic before he became an Anglican and that it was in his Catholic years that […]
If Time Stood Still…
What if my clock stopped And your clock stopped And her clock stopped And his clock stopped Ticking… What if time stood still and the sun remained uphill What if the moon refused to leave and the rain continues to drop What if nothing changes and black and white faces remain just what they are […]
If you look closely at that picture, you will see that I am not smiling. This is not because not I was hungry or anything. I wasn’t hungry and someone had not just slapped me. I was just not happy. My Ayee, my teacher and I had just had a hard talk. You see, when […]
Charges Against Me.
They sent me to prison They say I cover the sins of the righteous and reveal the truth of the liars; but am just a small boy called Silas putting ink down on paper. They say I hate the hungry farmers they say I loathe the poor people people as fat as Grandma’s needle; but […]
Letter to Anglomoz. #NOSUM
Room 307 Block 5, Awo Hall Obafemi Awolowo University. Dear Anglomoz, Good evening. How are you? How is your back? I know you are fine, looking good, enjoying yourself. I imagine you now in Forks and Fingers, doing the abominable, ordering three plates of rice and fish and chicken and fried plantain and spaghetti and […]