LADE...    The face cap shielded my eyes from the sight of the men and women hurtling around me in congested crowds. It was the morning hours in Surulere, the clouds pregnant with silent mischief and a warm wind enveloping us as we trailed. Laden with a mix of the sweet and spicy scents of confectionery and something similar t

"You have to be wise when dealing with sly folks as such." "Are you certain of what you speak?" He asked with his hands folded behind his back.

"You're taking too much time, let's take a trip down memory lane shall we and refresh yours," he said with a derisive laugh and I couldn't recognize who stood before me, it was a whole different Emeka, if at all that was actually his name."Davison Adedeji, sentenced to life imprisonment in the confines of a mental ward, charged with first de

I have read many books about the realisms of the centre of a battle field and have also had major lectures and drills on it, as well as earned a few portable relics from the most heated extremities. Stored away in a metallic intricate case, were the shotgun shells that emanated from the prided weapons of Lt-Col. Odumegwu Ojukwu and the

I ducked immediately as the familair sound of shattering glass springing forth from the wind screen, came dropping around me. I had run out of ammo and yet the battle was still escalating brutally. My actions were hurried and sharp as I reached for the Carbine shells to reload but then on resuming my counter attack, my eyes registered the events happening around. It was as though time had slowed as I took in the sight of the tragic scenery, the bullets piercing through targets as they fell, the mines being triggered and ignited by the stray bullets and my skin boiling from the severe extent of the heat that sprung from the jumbles of destruction as well as upsurge of the attack around us. Everything seemed like a repeat of that disastrous day as I watched lives perish as a result of these animals. My breaths had quickened as I knew deep down that these men wouldn't stop still they drew the last drops of blood and the constant drums of the word "run," resounding in my ears.