Pastor's Wife

Pastor’s Wife

pastor's wife by nkem meniru

my country lying-in-state

 My country lying-In-State

The flute began whimpering

Among thundering drums….

“Who shall restore the dignity of man?

Terror

terror 

by Joy Orisah

He stands out in the crowd,

A malicious smile,

Distorting his face.

daughter of Jezeebel

daughter of Jezeebel
by Joy Orisah

 A swing of hips heralds her arrival. 
Citizen of Babylon recognized at a glance. 
A decoy of monstrous satanic viper, 
Beset by orgies of sinful revolution. 
Her mission same as the devil’s. 

 

the two friends parted

                      the two friends parted

“You can’t do that,” whispered Constansia, his wife.

He lifted his dangling robes to his laps, and sat up.

“What then should I do,” he shouted. And stood up immediately, looking tired, and very angry.

“Hmmm,” she sobbed. And covered her mouth. Her eyes filled with tears. 

Since they got married in Rome ten years ago, he had never raised his voice this high, she thought. Why must he now?

broken honour

                                    the broken honour

                                                         

  Ozo Ayota was a highly honored man in his community...drunk with power and greed to have it all. Women and seizing farms of people were his best past time. By royalty, he was to become the next chief justice of his community. But fate could be unkind and ruthless...and upturn events whenever it liked... What happened to Ayota in a gathering was sudden and unfortunate. The eyes had never seen nor ears heard of it in recent time. The lion that sport at noon stooped ...and stumbled over...and fell face down, smashing into pieces his staff of honour...wriggling on the ground like a worm in a pool of salt.

  

What tone are you playing?

Tone and Mood

  
What is your tone? What is their mood? 
Is it high or low? Should it be sympathetic or unrepentant?  May be a tongue in the cheek...or ...happy or sad...comedy or tragedy. May be you want a call for an immediate revolution or a college parade.... Whatever you wish to relay, you must put it on paper or any other media and sing it to yourself. It ought to be a story, read first by you. Once the audience hears the story, it becomes you.