Episode 3: Hell Is A Place Called Home

[Excerpt From Episode 2: For the first time that day Aisha let herself smile as she choked back the tears that threatened to spill and said a weak thank you to her friend. Tricia had always helped her on numerous occasions and she only wished someday she would be able to repay her friend for all her kindness.] To read episode 2 CLICK HERE

“Mama you honestly can’t be considering bringing him into this house. Papa will not like this.” It was two weeks since the illness incident and Bukola was fully back on her feet following the use of the drugs that Nurse Titi had prescribed. Nurse Titi had also found time to talk Bukola in private about trying to get her life together and take proper care of herself and daughter instead of wasting her life and ruining Aisha’s life in the process. Although she had nodded dutifully and promised to change, Nurse Titi’s words were like water off a duck’s back to Bukola because she was back at her drinking spot two days later. She was currently arguing with her daughter about her decision to bring home a man she had met at the drinking bar about a week ago.

Episode 2: Hell Is A Place Called Home

[Excerpt From Episode 1: “Oh for Heaven’s sake, you devil’s child, will you shut that your hell mouth. I did not kill my mother so you cannot kill me you hear? You would rather leave this house like your useless father.” With that, she stormed out of the room to go curl up on the sofa as she tried to sleep with hopes that the headache would be gone when she woke up again.] To read episode 1, CLICK HERE 

“My mother is feeling very ill Audu, I promise we will pay back. Just give me the panadol, she is really in pain.”

“Walai me no give credit again,” Audu replied angrily “if you no commot for here, walai me cut your leg.” Aisha turned her to leave with a dejected expression on her face. Her mother was still not feeling better, her headache was now so severe she had started moaning in pain and her temperature had also risen. The young girl felt at a loss as to what to do as the aboki that had been her only hope of getting her mother drug for relief was obstinate about selling on credit. Who would the poor guy, they still after all owed him some unsettled debt and he was beginning to feel like he was being taken for a fool. She dragged herself back into their compound and went inside to her ill mother with tears welled up in her eyes.

The Midnight Visitor

The persistent soft knock on the window brought me out of dreamland. My foggy brain took a minute longer than normal to register that the sound that woke me was the knock on the window. I yawned and stretched on the bed lazily before the soft knock came again. My head jerked instinctively to the direction of the noise and a frown marred by face as I pondered what could be making the noise. A quick look at my bedside clock read 1:47 a.m. Alarmed I jumped off from bed as my thoughts flew to a possible burglary. The knock came again, this time a bit harder and forceful and I tiptoed to the window and heard the soft hissing sound of Kasali’s voice came.

Dancing With Death

Rickety rickety the lorry speeds along
To keep up with the flashy cars, it must belong
The roads bumps and holes juggles us all
A warning of the danger ahead, an inevitable fall

A cry rents the air, not a baby’s wail
A mournful cry for its mother so frail
Too much blood she lost, hers a sad death
We got a baby but the mother’s life paid the debt

Solace we found in the world of drugs
It envelopes us in its cocoon, an impenetrable fog
Slowly but surely it becomes an addiction
Disaster’s son, death is heading your direction

Numerous women’s secret places have brought you pleasure
You carry a sword with no sheath, yet you explore
Your life hangs by a thread
Your way of making death a friend

We dance to death’s song
Except we realize our wrong
Man’s recklessness makes me fret
Let’s stop our dance with death

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