A Cold Macbeth night
In present times, the sun and the seas have been in a constant bout. The clouds have tried, in their cotton efforts, to soften the two powers, but to no avail. They have even waged war on the atmosphere, pressing their powers in anger, leaving the earth to morn.
The sun being the mightiest of powers, has tormented the earth, scorching and burning and exploding!!! What will the earth do? The clouds had had enough! It was time to take extreme measures, they joined forces with the seas, causing heavy rain pour to soak and drown and dissolve the earth! To flash, to clap to shock! THUNDER!!!!!!!!
As the sun witnessed that the joined forces were equally as oppressive and terrorizing...it now became a ghastly event...indeed, ghosts will be unleashed....
......meanwhile, down on earth, a no-man's-land, the inhabitants scamper for shelter and safety and preservation of a next generation. The trees uproot themselves to seek solid rocks, but some were swept away in the process...the animals ripped each other out to secure limited shelters, battle of the fittest..the humans clinged to their blankets and their coffee cups as their teeth gnashed away. Some others, were hidden away, safe, observing how the heavenly bodies display their prawness. With each blow from each power, the humans shiver, and bless thy name "oh Lord our father, deliver us...". The electricity flickers, anxious to join in the heavenly bouts......oh what a Macbeth night....an abomination. Our ghosts shall tell the tales.
21/10/2013
A COLD MACBETH NIGHT
A Cold Macbeth night
In present times, the sun and the seas have been in a constant bout. The clouds have tried, in their cotton efforts, to soften the two powers, but to no avail. They have even waged war on the atmosphere, pressing their powers in anger, leaving the earth to morn.
The sun being the mightiest of powers, has tormented the earth, scorching and burning and exploding!!! What will the earth do? The clouds had had enough! It was time to take extreme measures, they joined forces with the seas, causing heavy rain pour to soak and drown and dissolve the earth! To flash, to clap to shock! THUNDER!!!!!!!!
As the sun witnessed that the joined forces were equally as oppressive and terrorizing...it now became a ghastly event...indeed, ghosts will be unleashed....
......meanwhile, down on earth, a no-man's-land, the inhabitants scamper for shelter and safety and preservation of a next generation. The trees uproot themselves to seek solid rocks, but some were swept away in the process...the animals ripped each other out to secure limited shelters, battle of the fittest..the humans clinged to their blankets and their coffee cups as their teeth gnashed away. Some others, were hidden away, safe, observing how the heavenly bodies display their prawness. With each blow from each power, the humans shiver, and bless thy name "oh Lord our father, deliver us...". The electricity flickers, anxious to join in the heavenly bouts......oh what a Macbeth night....an abomination. Our ghosts shall tell the tales.
In present times, the sun and the seas have been in a constant bout. The clouds have tried, in their cotton efforts, to soften the two powers, but to no avail. They have even waged war on the atmosphere, pressing their powers in anger, leaving the earth to morn.
The sun being the mightiest of powers, has tormented the earth, scorching and burning and exploding!!! What will the earth do? The clouds had had enough! It was time to take extreme measures, they joined forces with the seas, causing heavy rain pour to soak and drown and dissolve the earth! To flash, to clap to shock! THUNDER!!!!!!!!
As the sun witnessed that the joined forces were equally as oppressive and terrorizing...it now became a ghastly event...indeed, ghosts will be unleashed....
......meanwhile, down on earth, a no-man's-land, the inhabitants scamper for shelter and safety and preservation of a next generation. The trees uproot themselves to seek solid rocks, but some were swept away in the process...the animals ripped each other out to secure limited shelters, battle of the fittest..the humans clinged to their blankets and their coffee cups as their teeth gnashed away. Some others, were hidden away, safe, observing how the heavenly bodies display their prawness. With each blow from each power, the humans shiver, and bless thy name "oh Lord our father, deliver us...". The electricity flickers, anxious to join in the heavenly bouts......oh what a Macbeth night....an abomination. Our ghosts shall tell the tales.
21/07/2013
Hickery Dickery...my vocabulary
The chicken-shaped device ticked, so also it tucked. Its hands struck, it is 6 O'clock. The setter yawned, looked for and spotted his glasses beyond. Alert like a dog he sat up, leaped from his bed like a frog and headed straight for the door.
Aged and half awake, in a dark passage, he managed...staggered on a few suitcases, like a scale he adjusted his weight and redirected his way...He soon beat the maze, put his hand through an open space and felt for a chance to light up the place..."Much brighter!" He exclaimed. "Wake up! Make me a cup of tea and cut me a slice of cake. That's what with I'm starting the day." The boy grumbled, peeped at his clock and mumbled "This is terrible!"
With a temper, and a frown as rough as a creased up piece of paper, onomatopoeia, he grunted like a Mule deer and meandered until his temper was cleared.
Time had passed and he recovered. He marveled "Oh dear!" as he scampered. He panicked "The kettle! The kettle! Where is the kettle?!"
Meanwhile, the old man's patience ran out a little and he yelled "Henry! Henry! Where is my menu?"....
…Men, I'm tired of these rhymes. I wonder how old British poets found this convinient.
Aged and half awake, in a dark passage, he managed...staggered on a few suitcases, like a scale he adjusted his weight and redirected his way...He soon beat the maze, put his hand through an open space and felt for a chance to light up the place..."Much brighter!" He exclaimed. "Wake up! Make me a cup of tea and cut me a slice of cake. That's what with I'm starting the day." The boy grumbled, peeped at his clock and mumbled "This is terrible!"
With a temper, and a frown as rough as a creased up piece of paper, onomatopoeia, he grunted like a Mule deer and meandered until his temper was cleared.
Time had passed and he recovered. He marveled "Oh dear!" as he scampered. He panicked "The kettle! The kettle! Where is the kettle?!"
Meanwhile, the old man's patience ran out a little and he yelled "Henry! Henry! Where is my menu?"....
…Men, I'm tired of these rhymes. I wonder how old British poets found this convinient.
18/07/2013
Code Name: The Bouncer
Nigeria is like a bouncer, standing by the entrance of club Destiny, restricting who and whom get into Success's party. You gotta know "someone" to get into VIP, screw what you know men, it won't count.
I always was the pawn, like the game of chess, I was always at the forefront, being the first to attack, left and right, whoever says "Its who you know that matters, not what you know," not seeing the true enemy directly infront of me which I couldn't reach because I believed it's by your own efforts that you make a name.
Nigeria is a nation that boasts of great wealth, and has a great sense of pride and demand for respect. Yes we have the wealth, and double "yes," we still nosedive into debt.
I had applied to many organisations on my own: dropping my CV here, dropping one there, just to be occupied till NYSC in November. I knew my family had the connects, but I deliberately avoided those areas to make an effort of my own. I was soon fed up of dead ends,"oh sorry we don't accept anyone lesser than NYSC here" "oh sorry we don't employ IT nor NYSC here anymore," so I picked up the phone "Hello, mum, call one of your friends please, I need to work." And that was it. A spectacular paying bank job.
Like sugar, spice and everything nice were my graduating results, CV and essay. Nothing, under normal circumstances would see these three things and not reckon with me, but all couldn't produce the perfect little experiment, it needed that "Chemical X"...it needed the reference of "someone".
I hope the rest of the graduating class and every other person don't toil and suffer to find a dream job, temporarily or long term. If all the fresh graduates and other viable heads still roam in rigmarole for a dream job and get none, and all the bubble, deedee heads get all the jobs, then this green white green can't escape sinking. I wish us all the best. Amen.
27/05/2013
It’s Freezing Dry, not Boring!!!
Cruel in nature, life zapping in conquest,
as sharp as a blade he slices with one touch from his swiftness. He dominates
the day and even the night, he is like a knight, vicious in ambition and
shrewd in personality. He is either hot, cold or both, but nobody leaves the story
untold. He is the only one who can make a man shiver and sweat at the same time
and anyone who dares mention his name, he seizes their lips and sucks the moisture from it. He
is The Spirit
of Hamarttan.
In a land, far, fAR, FAAAAR away
from civilization, a land known as Bowen, The Spirit of Hamarttan chooses his victims. The
land is populated mostly by delicately framed females, harmless male creatures,
livestock and vast acres of vegetation, a perfect location for
the cruelty of his personality.
Like a thief, he waits patiently
for the fall of the sun and the rise of the moon, more so for the candles
in every room to vanish into harmless fumes. Just when everything seems peaceful and calm, he attacks with full force,
slicing the lips of the people, freezing their waters, drying the vegetation and making Vaseline man’s best
friend. His presence is sharper than a thousand bayonets.
When dawn comes, and the surviving able
bodied of Bowen go to the fountain to fetch, he attacks yet again, blowing
crystal sharp winds, making them shiver and his best attack is with cold
water...
...But not everyone is scared of
him. Infact, a few enjoy his presence for the reasons: no sweat, quick laundry,
the chance to wear their fashionable sweaters and the chance to keep their
lovers warm in their arms...They do not know what they are in for, the ones
that do not fear. The Spirit of Hamarttan becomes more vicious with time. He is angry...
Babatunde Henry Apampa
15/04/2013
08/07/2012
THE HUNT IS BRAINLESS...BUT MY IMAGINATION TOWS ME ON!!!
THE HUNT IS BRAINLESS…BUT MY IMAGINATION TOWS ME ON!!!
…The Sun rises, so does it set to give the moon a fair chance too. The flowers bloom and zoom come the bumble bees. The span from intercourse to the birth of a child…How much longer are we going to wait for the bus? How long will our journey be for? Make hay while the Sun shines, and leave no stone unturned…How much do I get if I work for this long? I can hold my breath for as long as I want…
It’s 9:55PM, a Saturday night, Lagos, on the 7th of June, 2012. I was alone in a dark room. Rays of dim lights reflect in through the window. The ceiling fan is rolling waywardly at the minimum speed, squeaking away as a proof of its age. I’m thinking about a lot of things. My laptop is right in front of me, with the blinking cursor stagnant for over 6 minutes. I sat upright on a big, square bed, wearing nothing but a white pair of shorts. My mood isn’t the brightest, but good enough to reply a pissing text message politely. My fingers are woven together like a chessboard. On it lays my scanty chin. I’m marveling at the fact that an invisible presence is responsible for many unknown things, even the swelling of my 'Garri' (a delicacy in Nigeria made out of cassava). I thought to myself, no matter how many times I filled the fine grains with water, when I abandon it for a few seconds, it still gets soaked up before I revisited it. It was clearly inevitable. Similar to the Hulk, I began to sweat profusely, my heart beats faster, my veins pop out striving to burst, my eyes redden, my fist clinches. I was fed up and so I yelled out loud “WHAT MANNER OF SORCERY IS THIS THAT HAS TOTAL CONTROL OF EVERY ELEMENT IN THIS WORLD AND LEAVES NO CHANCE FOR MAN’S FREE WILL?!”
It seems there is a power out there, a power that everything and everyone seems to consciously live by. What manner of authority is this that even the God I serve works by? I hate to accept the fact that there is a supremacy that compels believers and non-believers to work in one accord. I hate the fact especially that I have no say when it strikes and steals away valuable prizes. I grew up hating to digest that fact. I grew to understand that this power is beyond anything I ever imagined. I hated the fact that everyone mentioned its name. There was no escape, I had to know its name. I have to do something about this power and anyone who shares in my discontent can assist me…I need a plan. I need a map…I have to find a way to kill........TIME!!!
…The Sun rises, so does it set to give the moon a fair chance too. The flowers bloom and zoom come the bumble bees. The span from intercourse to the birth of a child…How much longer are we going to wait for the bus? How long will our journey be for? Make hay while the Sun shines, and leave no stone unturned…How much do I get if I work for this long? I can hold my breath for as long as I want…
It’s 9:55PM, a Saturday night, Lagos, on the 7th of June, 2012. I was alone in a dark room. Rays of dim lights reflect in through the window. The ceiling fan is rolling waywardly at the minimum speed, squeaking away as a proof of its age. I’m thinking about a lot of things. My laptop is right in front of me, with the blinking cursor stagnant for over 6 minutes. I sat upright on a big, square bed, wearing nothing but a white pair of shorts. My mood isn’t the brightest, but good enough to reply a pissing text message politely. My fingers are woven together like a chessboard. On it lays my scanty chin. I’m marveling at the fact that an invisible presence is responsible for many unknown things, even the swelling of my 'Garri' (a delicacy in Nigeria made out of cassava). I thought to myself, no matter how many times I filled the fine grains with water, when I abandon it for a few seconds, it still gets soaked up before I revisited it. It was clearly inevitable. Similar to the Hulk, I began to sweat profusely, my heart beats faster, my veins pop out striving to burst, my eyes redden, my fist clinches. I was fed up and so I yelled out loud “WHAT MANNER OF SORCERY IS THIS THAT HAS TOTAL CONTROL OF EVERY ELEMENT IN THIS WORLD AND LEAVES NO CHANCE FOR MAN’S FREE WILL?!”
It seems there is a power out there, a power that everything and everyone seems to consciously live by. What manner of authority is this that even the God I serve works by? I hate to accept the fact that there is a supremacy that compels believers and non-believers to work in one accord. I hate the fact especially that I have no say when it strikes and steals away valuable prizes. I grew up hating to digest that fact. I grew to understand that this power is beyond anything I ever imagined. I hated the fact that everyone mentioned its name. There was no escape, I had to know its name. I have to do something about this power and anyone who shares in my discontent can assist me…I need a plan. I need a map…I have to find a way to kill........TIME!!!
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