Privileged

I’m Okon, Joel Nnanna, the third born and first son in the family of six. I’m that “Okon” thought to be a “Cross Riverian” but hails from the South Eastern part of Nigeria, Abia state precisely. What do people say I am? Family often call me Nnanna. Colleagues at school prefer to address me as …

Time by Inkspill

Time does not wait when the clock is brokenQuiet is the sound of the hanging clock but soon a month slips awayWe can never say when the new beard arrived TimeThe gallant traveller going nowhereThe wealth of the newborn,The ambitious passerby never stopping for a greet TimeWho owns you?Debt in our pockets.And we pay gradually,In …

Going Offline

Did you even notice I was offline yesterday?Yeah, I thought so too. . . who cares as such; I was still gonna subscribe and we’ll do the usual thing online, right? That not-so-brief moment off subjected me to a lot of torturous thoughts:What do you care about me?Ain’t I just an online friend?Would you call …

Children’s Day

May 27th looks to be the day the children get attention, other days? They crave it. I’ve been sick with this cycle and the emptiness it brings along, more like the attention we cast to tweets that trend for a while and soon become an off-topic after little deliberation. I hate to be the child …

LENS

Hey! How’s your day coming? How’d your day go? How. . .so I thought to drop this apostrophe. Hope you love it! Times I be struck with myopia, but you were always there; a correcting lens. With you the world looks beautiful; an effulgence of the beauty you have beneath this frame. You surprise me …

Wooing mum

Wooing Mum

Recently, I’ve been trying my hands on prose and guess what. . .it feels rosy, but you might have another opinion. This was one of the pieces I wrote for a writing challenge on Facebook, others to come up soon. Read, and tell me what you felt. “If you want to woo a man, cook …