Author: Horse Thing

You moved on really fast. You always tried to cut me off. So sad, I couldn’t read the signs. My reign was so short. Maybe 60 seconds max. Hard to even remember you once called me King. Hard to forget the days you would PING, PING and PING. Now, a text back is luxury. Peace…

You are scared to death. Yes, you are. You are scared to go home. You are scared to leave home. You are so scared. But why so? Everywhere stinks and that’s unhealthy. All drainages are blocked but it’s no one’s business. Waste generation is on a per-second basis but sanitary measures are non-existent. We complain…

A place to be honest. A place to access your inadequacies. A place where you speak the truth to yourself. Nothing worse than lying to yourself. Nothing more terrible than staring into your eyes and lying to you. The mirror presents a perfect opportunity for you to embrace your vulnerabilities and redress the heartbreaks you…

The snoozing driver shakes his head, suddenly mutters something in Yoruba and the conductor responds with a heavy ‘hmmm’. Driver parks by the side of the road and jumps down. The conductor goes around and enters the driver’s seat; his new throne. Driver runs forward to avoid falling prey into the waiting arms of LASTMA…

If the government doesn’t fix it, we won’t even when we can. Why should I patch up the road? Why would my neighbors reap where they didn’t sow? Naaaah fam! I would rather raise the floor of my compound. Soon, I would buy another SUV which can survive this road. I pay my taxes by…

I’m not here to peep the drip. Not here to impress or redress concerns. The job is clear – “Get shit done”. If shit is actually done, you should see it. Now, onto the next. What then happens when playing games is more valuable? The zeal to get shit done dwindles. The game then becomes…

I said ‘I love you’. You said ‘I’m crazy’. We have been here before but now it’s time up! Trying to move on from you but everywhere I go, see something that reminds me of you. I used to be happy for you, I still am but now I don’t just want to hear from…

Puff, puff, pass! Now, your eye is dim and red but you insist you are feeling so damn fine. You stayed up this late to puff, puff, puff, and pass. Let it be known that there’s no food in the fridge. No cereals, no big or small chops, not even puff-puff. Earlier in the day,…

You planned it with your friends. You came late for it. And then, you acted like you never knew about it. You raised both hands and used them to cover your mouth. You paced around the room, ran to a part of it and brought out a handkerchief. You pretended to be wiping tears thoroughly…

Sunny days, tough times. Do people still wear clothes to bed? Before you jump out of the shower, you are sweating already and you get soaked in it before you get to work. Your favorite artists are still wearing sweatshirts in this weather? When you turn on the shower in the morning, the water is warm….