Dialogue

― Culled from Adriana Trigiani, Very Valentine
Ugo Nkwoala is an entrepreneur by day and a self-taught writer by night with a passion for poetry, short stories, and photography. He holds an MBA from FUTO and divides his time between Lagos and Owerri (in Nigeria).
“Third Mainland Bridge,”a faded billboard announces.Twelve kilometers to Adeniji Adele,if you got the mojo take a ride, take a leap. Like a dog eating itself from the tailnobody gives a hoot; no niceties here.This is Lagos – everyone…
Flipping the Script A fortnight,Like his siblings before himMy youngest son will be leaving homeTo lead a life of his cravingMy father, my aunts, my cousinsToo many dear friends are deadI’m on calcium pills to saveMy wasting bones…
She stands at akimbo at the public square unapologetic, unclothed n’ carefree. Fat she may be but conceals not her bulk beneath long clothes feeling it wimples n’ veils. She’s tit-plump, her bump in the backyard gorgeously round…
Man, Man, oh Man,Earth breeds no feebler beast than theeStrange how your beauty has gone forfeitYour world deaf to hope, deaf to its deathDestitute of honor, deprived of honestyGreed gags you down to the deepWorry queries many but…