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Commissioning

There is one thing about engineering that I don't like. It is the way it borrows words from other professions and claim them as if they were its own... The first time I heard the word "commissioning" at work, I was thinking of scissors and ribbons and agbadas and cameras and party and fanfare. That is what the media fueled...

The Moon is a Girl

For the past three days, I have been trying to comprehend what the moon is trying to tell me, but it seems I have not tried hard enough. Two days ago, she was glorious and silvery, large and confident in the afternoon, but I was too busy to tell her she is beautiful. Yesterday, she was golden, regal, bright in...

The Mask-Coo-Raid

When and where I was born, masquerades were dreaded by kids, especially when they heard the stories told about these things. This was not a place with mud houses and thatch, but a city in the Nigerian sense, and masquerades were prominent in the -ember months. I was so scared of masquerades that I would hide under the bed when...

Rocket Science and the Art of Dreaming

The sky seemed to have been cleansed by the first rain of the year because its refreshing blue colour was devoid of dark clouds of uncertainty. What drew my attention to the sky was a white stripe across it which stretched like white chalk marks made by a giant finger. It was made by a moving rocket! A rocket!! The funny...

Why Black Lives Don’t Matter

In 2003 I was one young person that had a passion for many professions: from Journalism to Engineering, Fine Arts to Architecture. On one of those career-wish nights, I glued my eyes to the TV screen, cheering our own Ibiba DonPedro to clinch the CNN African Journalist of the Year Award. She won as I hoped, but another journalist, whose...

Ellipsis…

She stares at me With laughing eyes, like a Gypsy. There's a halo of tears Above her racing heart, she may be tipsy. Is it beer, or the burthen life bears? I do not know... Or did it just glow, this heart of a million, words of love uttered silently? Enigma stands, beside Riyom Rocks*, a con -fusion! Yet I...

Touring Cross River: Day 2 (Around Town)

Gbeshi! That is “good morning” in Ogoja.  This second day would be spent in visiting places around town and beyond.  First let’s go to the market. The market was ancient, but big.  Foodstuff was cheap  and we also visited a rice mill. When the shopping was over, we went to see the Cross River Basin Authority irrigation project.  Our host...

you can eat your cake…ONLY WHEN YOU HAVE IT

"yesterday was Pastry Day!" It was not declared by the UN but by me. The excitement of the public holidays had made me think that a day was also included in the list of public holidays. I had a dream where I went to work and missed pastry lessons, resulting in my being so sad." I wrote this entry months...