You forcefully open the double doors to your room to see your reflection in the large spotless mirror staring at you, as you try to avoid the Master. Your image kills the mustard seed of hope you have been trying to nurture – your eyes exhausted from too many tears. Your lips are chapped, and the glory of your skin is in the past - your beautiful skin as your mother would remark. You wonder if it’s because of its fairness or the hairless sight of it, or the chubby feeling when touched. And then you reckon the eyes of your mother are not yours. Your beauty lies in your freedom, you think to yourself. You affirm that you don’t belong here, not in this castle with grey walls, lofty ceilings, and heavy brown curtains. Not viewing ancient paintings of wars. Not on a bed for a crowd and certainly not wearing these expensive clothes too pure to smear. You recall the first day of your arrival at your new home. You were greeted by a servant who avoided your eyes as he bowed his head and sai...
A WASTE OF MANHOOD “Young lady, are you familiar with the news that the Chinese authorities seized a cargo ship that sailed from Nigeria with 7,200 refrigerated penises? I ask myself why single ladies in Nigeria have not gathered to stage a riot” “Just like the Aba Women Riot of 1929?” “Exactly! I mean, the number of unmarried women today is alarming. Yet potential organs are being shipped to another man’s land as what, meat? What a waste of natural, human, God-given creation that would have made many ladies happy. No wonder many of you are on the edge every now and then. Hm, 7,200! And they even tagged it ‘Organ Harvesting' can you imagine. Is it a plant? As usual, a committee has been set up to investigate this illicit act. Wait, it was first condemned. That is not the end of my point. Young lady, have you visited a prison in Nigeria? I don’t advise you to. If you see able-bodied men locked up, waiting for trial for over 10 years, mo...