You approach the high grounds around my homestead with stealthy finesse though you know I felt your aura soon as you breached the clear, moonlit vault. Your feet touch the pebbled ground with barely audible crunches; eagle-spread wings angling to partial folds. Then you close in on my turned back until you can see over my shoulder the lifeless stretch of Perdition Valley yonder. “Where is that famed cheerfulness about you today?” you finally ask in a mocking guttural rasp as you survey the flaming remains of the low-lying settlement. Far afield, amber hues still pulse where raging infernos swept through days before. “Have you come here to gloat?” “Why be sour? Isn’t this what you wanted?” Not even close. But you already know that. “Run along now, Michael. I’m certain your Master would be extremely displeased with your vain talks when you should be running His errands.” You laugh—a relaxed rejoinder brimful of victorious joy. “Speaking of errands, the Lord asks how well your cru...
Last night, I relaxed my strict rituals of metal music and heavy boozing with the howling mob of horny meth-heads at The Lost Souls. We were all spotlit almost to the point of being washed out by the red haze of the bar’s lighting fixtures. I sat at the bartender’s, back to the barkeep, and stroked Loki’s little head while watching a horse-faced John Doe crash and burn under the impaling eyes of a heavily tattooed girl two tables away—opposites don’t really attract, yet, Billy Horseface McEverydayguy wasn’t taking the hint. Clean-shaven, formally dressed and looking like the next poor bastard that will get mugged, he struggled to keep the monolog as strong a monolog can get in a triple-threat match with angry music, wild headbangers and the lifeless stare from the apathetic death metal fan girl he spoke to. Judging by her disaffection, I guessed he was saying something about family business, his really big inheritance from late grand daddy’s estate, his girlfriendless life and how his...
You either have everything working for you or you've never gone out there to get anything done, else you won't marvel at why religion is huge business in Nigeria. Here everything depends on God. You want to make that urgent bank transfer? You pray for your bank to have "network", else.... You're rushing someone to the emergency of any hospital in Nigeria? You pray for the needed drugs, machines and personnel to be available, functioning, else... You are coming back from work, tired and need that weekend rest? You'll have to pray for NEPA, the traffic warden, your neighborhood church (or it will be in session blaring noise into your bedroom) and the Jumaat prayers of course, else the road might still be blocked by bowing folks. If you are not prayerful enough, the day you will need to make that life and death phone call will be the day all the network service providers will be "having challenges" and frustrate your already twisted hustle. Who do...
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