Oh! My blood is boiling! I'm so agitated that I'm typing like I'm playing staccato notes on the piano. Of course, this may be due to the fact that I'm deathly afraid of catching Ebola from my keyboard. Don't be silly, I know that my keyboard can't infect me but... Hand sanitiser break. Forgive me. I...

 I was going to write a blog, then I forgot what I was going to blog about. (Insert frowny face). This is one of the problems with being mad, you're the least reliable narrator. It's alright when there are several other people around you who are happy to tell your story for you. But when it's...

Okay, so it's official, I'm not the same as I was. It feels like I say this a lot. Maybe I say it too much, but no matter. As they say, the price of the fish in the market remains unchanged, and more appropriately, the money in my bank account has neither apprexcated nor depprexcated, so let's get...

I would be lying if I didn't admit that I've become tormented by a new hesitancy when I write, or before I write. I think my voice is changing again. Every few months something happens and the words that once flowed like water dry up. Forgive the overused metaphor, but it's true. When I pull for the...

The night is soft. I know that's a stupid sentence because it is difficult for anyone to imagine how it is that a night can be soft, but that is exactly what tonight is. It is soft. Bintin's dog shakes her fur. I sit in the disaster that is my room. There is a generator drumming away like some heavy...

This one ended up somewhere that wasn't the blog. I think it was a magazine that I didn't read. Anyway, I thought it too good to let die. I think I make a very poor ghost writer. My voice is too strong. The I is always stronger than the him, the we, and the them with me.I'm practicing though. I don't...

"Where are you?" "I'm inbetween this world and the next. I'm in the present and the past. I am everywhere but I am nowhere. I live in Lagos, but do I really? My mind travels when my body doesn't, and in a way, I've achieved everything I once wanted. But at the same time I've achieved nothing. I know...

There seems to be some confusion about who I am, and what it is that I do, so I shall clear it up. I blog because at some point in my life, I didn't know what to do. I'd always been a little bit of a dog. Papa Afam would say do well in school, and I would try. Papa Afam would say try harder, and I'd...

Hello my friends, my foes, and my frefoes, life has struck me a blow. Now, it isn't a severe blow by any means. Truth be told it's quite a stupid blow, but I cannot get over it. This my friends, concubines, and admirers means that nobody canna cross it. I swear to you all on my grandmother's grave,...