My work (poetry and short story) has appeared in Jalada Africa, Adanna Literary Journal, Transition Magazine, Grub Street, Coe Review, Saraba Magazine, Imitation Fruit Journal, The Write Room, Wilderness House Literary Review, A&U American AIDS Magazine, Kalahari Review, Sentinel Nigeria Literary, Flashquake and elsewhere.
I have interests in music, history and photography.
Eclipsing Ellipses is Friday-John Abba’s second play, barely four years after Alekwu Night Dance, which got shortlisted for the NLNG Prize for Literature in 2014. Set in the same location and culture as the first play, Eclipsing Ellipses probes the unimaginable extent to which base desires can drive human beings and how evil can breed even in unexpected grounds such as family members and close friends. Continue reading “THE ENEMY WITHIN: A REVIEW OF FRIDAY JOHN ABBA’S ECLIPSING ELLIPSES”→
the UFOs shock our radios
with weird signals
swelling the fear of incursion
till we dispatch an envoy to Jupiter’s Lounge
to dialogue with the ‘Others’
and sign the Intergalactic Treaty
partitioning the universe into territories
we patrol the borders of our Universe
as empowered in the accord
yet frightened that any moment
a pair of giant eyelids
might flicker in the distance
lighting up the frowning face
of an incensed God
writes from Kaduna, Nigeria. His work has appeared in Transition Magazine, Grub Street Journal, Saraba Magazine, Wilderness House Literary Review,Coe Review, A&U American AIDS Magazine and elsewhere.
I used to think of writing a sequel to Chinua Achebe’s Things Fall Apart. I would just start from some weeks after Okonkwor’s demise. I would have his best friend, Obierika, found a guerrilla movement which should make life difficult for the colonial officers and the missionaries. Something like that.
The image of my father which comes easiest to mind is of him sprawling on a sofa in the sitting room, his eyes closed, and the record player turned on. But he didn’t always sprawl and shut his eyes. Sometimes, he held to his face a voluminous hardcover book. We children knew that the shelf holding the turntable, the dozens of vinyl and piles of books was a no-go area. And while we were free to sing along with Barry White or Bob Marley or Sonya Spencer, we were forbidden— on the pain of being banished from the sitting room— to utter a sound whenever he was playing his favourite genre: those records in which no voice sang to the jumble of funny instrumental sounds that went high and low. Continue reading “HOW TO APPRECIATE CLASSICAL MUSIC.”→
There is, at least, one good thing about solitude. In some ways, it acts like a furnace, which burns up the dross encrusting the mind, thereby equipping thoughts and ideas with remarkable degrees of sharpness and clarity. The exact phrase, sentence and paragraph, which has eluded you all the while, begins to fall right into the palm of your hands.