Onah Kingsley
🌟 An enthusiastic English Teacher at Victor Pacesetter Schools, Ikorodu, Lagos, Nigeria. A passionate writer with a special interest in poetry.
Member Since: 7 months ago
MY SIGN-OUT DAY
The day dawned with mixed feelings. There was the hardest of all the departmental courses to crack, and there was a whole day of riotous celebration awaiting. The celebration had, in a way, alleviated the tension of exam phobia. Today, no matter how hard the exam may be, two hours at most, and we shall be done, and then the avalanche of “congratulations” pouring in from every angle will soon wipe away any memory of the unpalatable examination. Friends and well-wishers can’t wait to stain ...
THE WRITER'S FATE IN A TECH-INFESTED WORLD
Story, Story…Story! Once upon a time, in the heart of an ancient civilization, they lived a couple named Read and Write. They were pilgrims in a strange land. Surrounded by the opulence of wealth, yet haunted by a deep and unfulfilled longing—the absence of a child. Though they commanded a retinue of servants who attended to their every need, their hearts remained heavy with the burden of childlessness. Night after night, they laid their hopes before their most venerated deity, Muse, offer...
THE BURIAL
I didn’t want to step out of the house that evening, yet, I could not afford staying at home all alone either. Everyone, I mean 80% of the entire village was going to gather at the burial ceremony. Somehow, these villagers always have occasions to attend. People often wed and dedicate their babies; the New Yam Festival comes annually; churches, of course, will always have one reason or the other to dance and rejoice; but none of these is as popular and ground-shaking as the burial ceremonies....
I AM
Beneath these rags, there’s a royal robe. Beyond this dirt, this dearth, this debt, this death; A destiny sparkling, a star aglow. Through the windows of my mind, I see a figure of a boy beloved of all_ A prince among paupers, destined for grand lands, A singer of melody to generations While they dance and chorused: “All hail him who went, and saw, and won. Friends, I am not what you think I am. I am not a broke ass beggar Or a tattered battered scattered brat. I am not a lowly lump, du...
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