A Diary of Shibi O'nike

Patting the meat on both laps and flashing a grin, she called out "Come, my dear, come and rest, you must be tired." "I want to carry you, please naw." "Haa! You wan break your leg?, I am 120kg o." I hesitated in joke. She stood up, took a few steps to a small soot-laden aluminium pot, picked a stainless bowl and a big spoon on her right hand. "I cook egusi, you go eat?." "No...I don belle full." I answered and sat on a dwarf stool feeling my soles against the rough concrete ground spaced patches here and there. I heaved as I wondered how in such a short time we have closed the distance between us. what must jostle positions with the sweetness on a Friday night?something new and exciting, that pumps blood into the heart and perhaps put little skips in steps, sending tingles down the spine,  a good date or even several in one night. and of a talk about romance, an outing that is never real in true sense of it though ...

6, numbers the rule of measuring my stay on earth;  strands that bore here and there into my skin every now and then.   sharing is a way of letting you into me. (1)   everyday, i look out; (discovery)  day by day, i keep at that constant process of finding something new about myself.      the pole reason behind my being must i always live life around. i build myself. i work at my strength. (2)   i  NURTURE ;  daily my PASSION would i tenderly caress, from my inner recess must i make flourish that which i discover. (3)  i MOVE ;  everyday  my activities of course, will blossom. i must transform that shine into social management and engagement. (4)   i REMODEL  i'm a brand. my image is of core vitality. i must re-make, rehearse it always with collates of feedback everyday. (5) i do not exercise DOUBT my mind must always view via the lens of OPTIMISM....

There could be no one wish as the case with the switch of light. I could have preferred my life go in and out, off and on. I value the fondness of a babe at breast yet still do love to cut sweat shining window panes. For a moment, I am in traffic ladened with a sausage shop, racing zigzag at the voices of strangers and dusk leads me to another shop, a hospital for buses where I lay stone dead beside a thief. What is oso Abiola? When he never pursued anyone. That's the only conscious period of my growing up. Because both husband and wife chose to run away dividing me amongst them. Same soles the conductor marshed mud under, same imprint he left on my father's wife block rosary scarf. Thought me back to Entraco park, in the mix of october dust and machine fumes, flies that I imagine are jealous of 250 creamy banga capping of layers of rice, beans, spaghetti, and plantain on one hand and wish I allow them perch.  My first kiss was muslim. Grace-like, 'your peopl...

Soup plate with no spoon; My name is Shibi o’nike, I am not from here. The day the white garment man came to separate daadi and maama started as any other. At 7:30 the   morning sun was up bathing the backyard window panes. Inside, the aroma of our groundnut soup was I born. Maama, I saw from my other end couldn't bear any longer ''Politicians will sell you empty promises of what they intend to do in office, while nation builders, before entering office, will practically show you what they will do & how they will do it when elected...  I am passionate about that nation of our dreams and I intend to   campaign differently from the usual way.'' was ringing from the rechargeable lantern supervising our room. Eggy, yet woven, the edges of who i am...slips now and then. Wait let me tell you what happened not too long ago after my birth.  Patting the meat on both laps and flashing a grin, Victoria called out "Come, my dear, come and r...