Creativity, Spirituality & Moral Soundness
The searchlight series ends today, and I wanted to disappoint, by not being faithful but I sat down to reflect on why I shouldn’t do that. The series, its beginning to the end was filled with a tale I summed up into a poem. The idea of searchlight popped up twelve weeks before today/tonight, but I couldn’t begin posting …
Didn’t they say a house divided against itself cannot stand? Or is the saying nothing but a fable? Rummaging through the files on the desk, I overheard the conversation between my father and one of his brothers. “You can’t let that young girl live with us,” the younger protested. “Why?” my father asked, wanting to hear his reason. “Well…” he …
**** THE INTERMISSION I will tell you a story of two men, one greater than the other but both must live to fulfill a purpose, while my granny sat on the straw mat, and I sat with my two legs folded, and my hand rested on my chin. I had just consumed my mother’s delicious beans and plantain when granny …
It was nothing far from an opportunity, the moment he decided to confide in me; all through our discussion I wondered what he must have seen in me; why did he speak as though I was righteous and holy?. Why did he think I worth being in the position of offering a piece of advice? As he questions me …
Previously on Searchlight: RIPPLES The night she was forced out of her father’s house by his second wife remains fresh in Amanda’s memory, she couldn’t forget the helpless look on her biological’s father face as the wife packed and threw her belongings over the terrace unto the grassy field. She had pleaded with her father to let her stay even …
Warm Welcome to the first Searchlight Series in the month of MAY **** Tick… tick… tock… ding… dong… dong…. Ding Bla blab la…. la la la … bla… Her suckling baby babbled with a toothless grin which made her soften the hard look on her face. As the clock on the wall of the living room struck three in the afternoon, …
…. It was going to be my last, and I would make sure it stays that way come what may; I could almost picture the disapproving look of my father if so I decide to let him know of my decision but one thing stands out… and that was I CHOOSE NOT TO CARE. Laying my back to rest …
Written by: KUDABO VICTORY . Elohim!!! Elshaddai!!! On her knees, the only words she could utter from her lips were those representing the names of the lord as tears dropped down. She clasped the petite Bible on her chest when the scarf covering her thick black hair fell. Clarissa as she was fondly called by her grandma kept her moist …
