Short Story: Confession

As Grace opened the curtains to the bright morning, its streak casting a glow across the room, illuminated the once dark space as if to expose the secret that lurked. Nothing that could pass for a humiliating confession or a lengthy penance.  Or not? This memory brought a smile as she remembered how she knew someone had been a bad Christian by the hours spent kneeling after seeing the priest for confession. 

The Law

They want to prosecute me every time
I break the law of gravity
They say stay down girl...nothing for you up there
But one thing they forgot...the view
For that I don't mind being a repeated offender

2016: Year of clapback, snapchat and slaying

In Nigeria, we got our lives, our destiny back on the 1st of Jan. It was officially declared open season and shots were fired. I mean Canon-fired. Clap back is here to stay cos silence didn't make cross over service. Folks don't even wanna act mature cos everyone is in dem feelings. And we all here having the time of our lives.

 Instagram, scoot over to the side cos the spotlight don left you. Snapchat is the cool kid who got transferred to your school and everyone is fighting for attention. They try to out do each other but no one does it better than the Queen Slayer herself. OLUWABEYONCE OGHENESLAYER KNOWLES.