Ugochi Ugwuanyi's Blog

  Another menace has taken over our homes, Emeka oooo.  It is painful, worrisome, That we can no longer go out of our homes in peace And come back in one piece.  "But e no start today, Amaka" Emeka no be say e start today.  The question be say, at what rate?  Because no bad thing really start today, Shebi you dey hear me so?  E no start today,  Ngwanu tell me,  In the days past, don't we travel, return  With our only fear being car accident?  Then once once you fit dey pray God may you not meet arms robbers for road? But today wetin dey happen?  Kidnappers, Terrorists, In every nook and cranny of Nigeria.  Where don't you find them?  We still dey try fight the brutality of our leaders, Now this?  Nezianu Nsukka,  A land once synonymous with the word peace, But today a brother can't even visit another in a neighboring town.   If you no dey hear say dem dey don kidnap one person for Umabor, It would be th...

The stress, the struggle, the pain... The cost of just being a living being. A grown poor Nigerian human bent on surviving. On making ends meet without another being the meat On attempting to strive above the strife, Hustling legally,  It's not easy.  Odiro easy the times you have to show up against all odds.  To cheer up your neighbor while tears still trickle down your own eyes. To pick up your bag, your pen, your tools, To work, When all you want to do is just sit down and cry.  Odiro easy that afa gi bu Ujunwa , Yet you are only full but in grasia of hunger, Of sizzling lack and of heart-wrenching want. Odiro easy na ina aya na-aya nke ina aya , ebe gi n'ekwe. Hey sis, do you know your brother is sick?  Ka imaputa isi ebekwa ozo,  Ha! Imakwa na-ahu adiro mpa gi. And so in this way your life keep going, Ina adoni, Hoping that one day the story would change, It's not easy, I tell you!  It's not easy.  The times you have to wake up to cry, To ca...

  I saw a gleeful little girl on my way back from work on a Friday no different from every other Fridays. Her eyes glistened with ecstasy. And her mud-coloured skin shone in the dull shine of the evening sun. She should be about five or six; a harmless mommy's little lad.  She was chasing a bewildered, embattled hen with chicks . She teased them, hen and chicks; the cheerful smirk on her face telling of the great joy she derived from playing this almighty terror lord of the chickens. Little girl stroke hard every minute of the chase. At each strike of her foot on the ground, the hen flapped its wings; its red eyeballs darting, a " kookoookoo " sound in its throat, as it hits its tiny feet on the ground fleeing for its dear life, alongside that of its chicks.  But little girl was not alone. At the scene of this event were her Elders. Mother, father, and probably aunties. They were chatting, and from time to time, their eyes watched the little girl as she played around an...

 Kambili.  The voice of one crying and shouting in void The echoing tone heard in the wilderness of time  An earnest appeal to humanity, to man. Kambili?  A persistent question from the restless mender of soul  Asking and whining and pining... Kedu mgbe oga ebe?  When will all the senseless killing and massacre, The brutal shed of brother's blood in cold murder, The endless hustle cum tussle of power, Coyly hidden under the shell of "Thus says our law, and so says the lord"  End? When will it all end?  The impulsive bring them down syndrome, Perfectly masterminded by the most trusteds  In  such stark betrayal that leaves you intoning, Even you Brutus?  Keduziano mgbe oga ebe?  Man's inhumanity to man?  Woman's inhumanity to woman?  Ndi kwe na ndi ekwena. Why do we abandon the fight against survival, Against hunger, Against suffering, To turn on ourselves?  Is it not enough that we are in this hell labeled life, C...

Ọnuma  Ọnuma eeeee, ọnuma oooooo,  Arụ na-emezi eeeeeeeeeeee, People are dying ooooooooooooo Nigeria aaaaaa Arụ na-emezi iiiiiiiiiiiiiii From the north, the east, the south and the west Arụ na-emezi iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii People are dying, Christians are killed, The herdsmen are prowling, Jihad is going on Yet, our leaders for their own benefits  They say nothing is happening  They say no one is dying  On Monday Nkechi Nwụrụ  Tuesday, peter's family is wiped out, Wednesday it's Benue , Farmers are hiding, Thursday it's Enugu , thousands are slaughtered, On Friday, Ebonyi is weeping, herders are killing us, Saturday it's Kaduna , non-believers are dying On Sunday it's Owo , That churches are burning.  Onumaaaaaa, onumaaaaaaa, One Nigeria aaaa, One Nigeriaaa,  One Nigeria aaaaaa, one Nigeria aaaaaa, The Muslims are shouting  Because Trump is threatening, Onye ka a na-akọrọ  Who are we deceiving?  To make the matters worstest  BBC i...

   You are the deal. The real shit.  You. In dark and fair. Tall and white. Limping and walking. Talking and dumb. Whole and unwhole You are who you say are.  You are what you believe you are.  Maka Onye kwe, chi ye ekwe.  Why then let people turn you around, toss you about, up and down, right and left, back and forth, efe gi akwa!  Why let the mere words of a human like you,  Birthed from the same canal as everyone else, Cause you live miserably for life, Onyedi ka ha bu! Esi be fa eje be Onye?  What is the worst they can do?  Talk?  Na today we start to dey talk?  Nwanne, ife di oku ga-emachakwanu oyi.  You no get A no mean say your life don kpai! Because you fit C and you fit get Z, All get na get.