Extract from A Tale for his Little Pettys (in progress)
Malaam Haruna picked me up in a springy metallic green limousine. As we reached the Central Mosque in a swirl…
“Prince” written 10 years ago, tweaked last year.
Do you not ask yourself why Prince is dead at 57 but The Queen is still going strong? Do you…
Don’t judge the Palestinians unless…until…
Don’t judge the Palestinians unless YOU have had a Nakba and been forced out in the middle of dinner or…
Whimsical Os in “A Quest for Solace”
“Genies pity them, shedding tears as if they’ve got onions strapped under their mammary glands because they know they are…
Night Out at Fela’s Shrine (from A Song for my Little Petty) – fiction work in progress
Fela’s Africa Shrine was based at Surulere Night Club a ten minute saunter from the once grand National Stadium, long…
A Song for my Little Pettys – after the coup my arrest
A gate twenty feet high screeched open to let our car through. In a fusty room redolent of bleach…
A Song for My Little Pettys in progress Chapter One
It was a Sunday morning after a home match. Michelle ma Belle and I were on holiday in Newcastle. I…
Ade, The Flying Paintbrush learns a lesson
Apropos the USA’s recent intervention in Venezuela, an extract from a book of mine: Ade, the Flying Paintbrush …
A song for my little petty (extract from work in progress) -The coup
A fictional Biafran war veteran writes his fictional memoir during his anxious wait in the week before his grandson…
Don’t judge the Palestinians unless…until…
Don’t judge the Palestinians unless YOU have had a Nakba and been forced out in the middle of dinner or…
Aspiration to the culture of you have the right to defend your theft
From A Quest for Solace. “Os didn’t want the cast-off second-hand second-class life, the poor twin, the simulacrum, the penumbra…
Potty Training
Difficult to post when Tony Blair the butcher of Iraq is getting his grubby fingers on the genocide in Palestine…