Omoya Yinka Simult

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LAW AND OMOYA SIMULT IN THE YEAR 1907

Actually, the first time I came into this world, I studied Law at the university. You may roll your eyes as much as you please, but that is the truth! My grandfather told me so. He would know because, then, I served as a lecturer who taught Criminal Law, Environmental Law and Intellectual Property at […]

MINGLE-MANGLE

“I forget the past to evade my regrets, and I recall the past to learn from my errors. I do not totally forgo the past; its lessons and successes lift my spirit. I do not totally hold on to the past either; its hurt and shame sink my spirit. So, I strike a balance by […]

OMOYA SIMULT TOURS ASIA: IT’S NORTH KOREA NEXT!

Well, I should like to brag that for the past few weeks, since I got my sessional break of 8 weeks or thereabout at University of Ibadan, I’ve been travelling around the world. Somehow, Asia has been able to arrest my interest, hardly allowing me to settle properly for a few days in my father’s […]

PARODY OF PASTORS, PROPHETS AND PROPHECIES

If you are a Nigerian youth and you don’t know Tolu Ogunlesi, well, as a good friend, I’ll sincerely suggest you go to a mountaintop to fast and pray for 7 days and 7 nights. Seriously, you need it. That you do not know him is a big sin. People don’t commit up to that […]

LAST NIGHT, I DREAMT OF YOU AGAIN

Last night, I dreamt of you again That you shamed thousands of miles That you spited mountains and valleys That you crossed three rivers, nay, seven Just to be with me Last night, I dreamt of you again Of your crystal, roaming eyes Of your enchanting face Of your smile Of you Last night, I […]

FIRM GRIP ON YOUR NECK

Story tugs at your shirt Firm grip on your neck Strangling you Slowly Time to die . No, not die Perhaps time to kill Time to take a knife Slaughter laziness On the altar of words . For, atimes, dear You don’t kill something Yet something kills you . Pick up your pen Yank your […]

HER NAME IS …

There is one more lady I want to befriend. Her luscious eyes, white like the albumen of a boiled egg, take away my breath and stuff my head with fantasies. At the mere sight of her beauty, my heart becomes a drum, the taut leather quivering at tempos that challenge the gods to a dance. […]

EXCERPTS FROM WORK IN PROGRESS

EXCERPT 1 “…The university could strip you of your personality and impose on you a new one. It could tamper with your values, just as much as it could consolidate them. Tomi had a personality before he became an undergraduate. He had values, too. Three years into his studentship at University of Ibadan, he could […]

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