Radiant's blog

I was young  but  not  naive as   heads  flew and blood spilled and   fear  grew; Onitsha    was  a terror zone One day as  we were riding  back home from  school,       mummy driving, me on the back  seat with my siblings, we were  caught in traffic and we saw their  vehicle. They were carrying weapons,  knives, red scarves. I think one was lifting a head over his head. Blood drained down his  chest. We drove past and I gasped at something  that looked like a doll's head lying lifeless on the  black tarmac. It was human and it was already  white. Some said they saw the arms and  legs lying somewhere. It was terrible, terrifying. They said they were  cleaning out the streets Robbers were in for it Everyone that had ever  stolen meat from a pot was  sorry. Only saints plied the road Guilty ones disappeared to  other  states. Onitsha was now 'safer' than  ever but terror was palpable. A few  families bore the

Here I am loafing away like a king on the roof petting his senses on a leafless Eve's navel when princes have gone to battle  I do no evil though, but idleness is evil I can't be there 'cause I have to work But now I stare at an empty chair with no one to clerk Ward coat and steth'scope taking coffee My crew's performing I'm here sulking, angry at my joblessness and restlessness Even the rain is at work catering, cleaning, making music I sprawl on my table like one that's lost a gamble This is solitary confinement, lockdown, detainment Who knew today'd be like this? So sickness takes public holidays They go on stage while I'm in this cage The world applauds I bow and nod Who is taking my role? who's replaced my character? I need a counsellor, there's war within my soul Should I leave this slumbering shark to go nurse a snapping shrimp? To be or not to be That is the question ©Radiant~July 2

If you were there on May 29, 2015 at the Covenant Place, Iganmu, Lagos, you can attest to the fact that it was a remarkable performance. Due to popular demand, Snapshots is back again to stage the play but now retitled 'Nigeria @2060, back from the future'. This one is going to be a super-duper multi-media production. There are additional scenes and change of casts. So you don't want to miss it. Be there today @the Covenant Place Iganmu (beside national theatre), by Costain bus stop, Lagos. Red carpet and fashion show-3pm. Curtains are drawn at 4.  Here are pics from the last production: Nigeria @2060. The science lab, where the time machine was built. Two scientists at work The three Nigerians from the past At the first congress. The president of Nigeria at 2060 sitting at the centre with 2 bodyguards behind her, the Nigerians from the past(21st century) at the right with their guide behind them, the senators and the SAN by the left hand

Femme Kill me before I die Thrust your arrow into my heart What's more, your love is like poison Homme I never asked you to drink it Femme O yes you did You mixed it thoroughly, served it in a crystal goblet I watched as you flaunted its rubied fashion, calling me to share its majestic splendour and I couldn't refuse Homme But I never asked you to drink it Femme Why did you brandish it before my eyes and watch me guzzle before I could think twice? I floated on the clouds and smelled peace You didn't lift a finger to rescue me Homme Why should one be rescued from peace? Femme You arrogant beast! Surely, you knew what you were doing Now my wings are broken and I've fallen from the sky My eyes are open, my guts stolen, my clock's ticking Kill me before I die Your hate may do me good ©Radiant 2015

I've always had a theory about relationships. I don't know how it got ingrained in me since I was a teenager. Not that I had any experience but I just had it in me that whoever I'd marry would be from my circle of friends, not necessarily the ones at that moment. I rejected the idea of arranged marriages or recommendations. I just didn't see how true friendship could be birthed when both parties already knew the other's expectation of them. My belief was that I'd be friends with someone I must have met in a forum of common goal, maybe church group, class, workplace, or something, just a gathering close enough for me to have observed his character around people so that when he approaches me, I already know if he is the type I'd even consider. There are people that I know it's a no-no just by interacting with them or watching how they relate with others. Well, I might have modified that theory with experience over the years, but the basic principle