Author: Arinzechukwu Patrick

You were molested: Bad Blood – Day 1

September 29, 2017

A long time ago we cultivated a series of poetry (6 pieces to signify six days of the week) on the various forms molestation has taken place around us (with or without the knowledge of the victim). It was a study of society and a hard poke at the things we term as societal norms […]

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Who Angered The heavens: by Ikechi Ochulo

September 20, 2017

Ikechi Ochulo picked my blog as the place to keep his socially-acceptable thoughts, see what he wrote for yourselves:   Who angered the heavens? Can’t you see? Sun’s eye is dim His broad smile is gone   Who angered the heavens? Can’t you hear? The thunderous voice above you The groaning and rumbling too That […]

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The Latifa Iddriss consciousness project || Ussher fort, Jamestown.

August 22, 2017

Often we are opportune to meet people who dare to be like Gods, and so I was honoured to work alongside a wavy creator, environmentalist and visual journalist, Latifa Iddriss on her social consciousness project about how garbage dumping is detrimental to the environment we live in. The sun was scorching as usual like it […]

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Sel Kofiga: Memorised Expressions

August 22, 2017

Sel Kofiga is a contemporary African Creator with so much to offer to the art community. I don’t know anything about seeing faces of people during my day and going back home to paint memories of the expressions they wore on their faces, I do not think in pictures and colours, but Sel Kofiga does in […]

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A Craft

August 22, 2017

If you say that you love a person then you must be willing to give them a research chance. That is, allocate a lot of time and attention to the pursuit of the knowledge of them. How they live? what do they want from living? that is most important to them? what is life to […]

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Aqua Sky: By David Ephraim

August 9, 2017

The church is filled to capacity. The mid-day sun is shining remorselessly bright through the windows of the church. I notice my eyes are red with a quick glance at my reflection in the mirror. I shouldn’t be crying. Now is the time for happiness. I’m getting married. A buzzing sound fills the air, and […]

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Home Alone: By Chinua Ezenwa-Ohaeto

August 5, 2017

The rain started with a rush of the wind that slashed open the pots sitting at the edge of the hut. Their covers were displaced as if the wind had been without food for days. It had been like this in my village, Nkwerre, for weeks. It was June, the beginning of rainy season. I […]

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Matilda’s cross – By Sharon Imarhiagbe

July 26, 2017

Matilda woke up to a disturbingly high-pitched hum coming from the television. She reached for the remote controller which was seated beside her. After reducing the volume of the television, she checked the time from the clock hanging lazily on the wall. “Past midnight,” she confirmed. It wasn’t the first time Kingsley, her husband, would come […]

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For the men who we choose to forget: By Zoey Newman

July 21, 2017

Mornings in Selemku begin with the discovery and lynching of another boy-girl. Their bodies are dragged out on the street, scraping against the coarse tar. Through the sheathed glass of my room’s window, I see the stern faces of the men who tie up the boy-girls and wound old tyres around their necks. I can […]

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Stained Asphalt: By Anthony Madukwe Winner of The Random Thoughts Prize in Creative Fiction and Poetry.

July 18, 2017

This week on The Random Thoughts features a story by Anthony Madukwe who won our Writing Competition with a simplistic, vivid story.  Read his interview and the story: Stained Asphalt If you gripped my shoulders today, shook me hard and yelled at me to say just one thing to my younger self, I would laugh […]

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A Family unit – Poetry on Domestic Violence by Arinzechukwu Patrick featuring Kofi Eghan

June 17, 2017

It’s hard to exit toxic relationships. For example the family unit, some people just learn to endure a certain kind of pain that they get used to it. Like every form of training, physical and verbal abuse, over time, becomes hard to decolonize. Achebe once said, “Being Nigerian is abysmally frustrating and unbelievably exciting.” It […]

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Random Thoughts on Afrogallonism

June 2, 2017

Sex is the highest currency. Sex is the only commodity that can give money and politics, religion and power a run for its money. Sex runs the world.  Politics, on the other hand, is how the world relates to itself, our beliefs, but with a business-like approach, it is the conversation between all the citizens of Earth. After a brief […]

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It’s like losing a lover: Healing component by Rhoda Obi

May 13, 2017

A piece of my heart is gone Forever floating in hyperspace How many pieces can stray Before empty shell remains It’s like losing a lover Who does not want to be lost Searching in vain inside of you Hopelessly trying to give life To the memories The thing about memories They become weaker the more […]

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May 6, 2017

I like milk shortcake biscuits. It is a product of CRL Munchies Company, weighs about 85 kg and has a total number of twelve round milk coated deliciousness. I don’t know why I binge eat certain biscuits or biscuits at all, and not just biscuits, candy bars like snickers (albeit I seldom eat chocolates), because […]

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