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Chris Chinwe UlasiColumnsFiction & PoetryThis Morning―It’s Texas n’ I can see us Clearly

PilotnewsMarch 11, 2023

Today is Saturday the tenth day of the month of February twenty twenty-three. It’s morning once again.   And with no witnesses for birth, the morning undoes itself once again: The sun doesn’t disappoint, bright and focused, the air breaks open.   And because it’s Texas, uncertainty’s face is nothing new.   The humidity makes the impulse of love the red wash of the dark room, I can see us clearly.   The air is...

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ColumnsFavour EbubechukwuFiction & PoetryOpinionThe Mask and The Maker

PilotnewsJuly 24, 2022

If I captured your smile and pry your heart, Would it shine through the hollows of your being Or would it fizzle out into darkness? If I captured your smile and pry your heart, Would it shine through the hollows of your being Or would it fizzle out into darkness? If I unearthed the soil of your laughter and dig further, Would I find fruit of joy and happiness Or would there lie the gory...

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ColumnsFavour EbubechukwuFiction & PoetryLifestyleThe audacity of the Human Race ―The Ever-Reaching Nature

PilotnewsJuly 20, 2022

Everyone weighs with potential. Everyone is unraveled and unraveling. The unraveled, we know. The unraveling, we guess. No one is as blind as a forecaster. To pride in the confidence that pattern A-B and B-C apply to X-Y is bold blindness. Not humans. Accidents happen. In-between the lines are hiccups. Some, dissolved by a spittle-swallow Some, multiple oceans cannot subside. Bitcoin is not as volatile as humans. What do you seek to know? Knowledge at...

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ColumnsFavour EbubechukwuFiction & PoetryOpinionHold Me Close, Hold Me Firm, and Lose Me Mild: A Sensual Directive

PilotnewsJune 30, 2022

Hold me close Till your warmth Fill this void Of chill.   Hold me firm Till our hearts lock By the grid Of our hands. Lose me mild Let my skin Breathe the breeze Of your breath. Kiss me slow Till the heat Of passion Burst up this storm Looming in our loins. ♦ Favour Chiagozie Ebubechukwu is an Editorial  Staff Writer and columnist with the WAP

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ColumnsFiction & PoetryLet This Navel Pique Your Loins ―A Lover’s Invite

PilotnewsJune 4, 2022

My love, Let these dotted nipples Point you In the way of truth. Let these fluffy boobs Enhance the fibre of your thought -to be wild and industrious. Let this navel Pique your loins To the point of no return Till you fulfill purpose. Let this road Lead you d o w n the paired arm Of Mesopotamia Wherein run the rivers Tigris and Euphrates. Let the slimy waters Slide you seamlessly Into the well...

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ColumnsFiction & PoetryLifestyleNigeriaAbi You’re Not Thinking What I’m Thinking?

PilotnewsMay 25, 2022

Is ‘brand’ a lie or a camouflage? Or should I ask: “Is camouflage a lie?”   Am I confused?   Certainly not Or Maybe.   Let’s talk about the CEO that pushes junk snack and drinks to the common man but forbids himself or his children to take them. He takes and feeds them soya milk and smoothies, instead.   But he is the CEO, isn’t it? Don’t tell me it’s for money. Or maybe...

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ColumnsFiction & PoetryLifestyleIndignity of a Sorry Mandate ―A Rage at The Wicked

PilotnewsMay 25, 2022

It’s actually your dumb head for me. How you think to be hailed ‘The I Am That I Am’ How you envisage being praised ‘Baba hum baba hum’. Look at your fatty neck Suffocating your wind pipe, Full of stolen funds- The one you alleged to a monkey. Oh poor monkey.   Even this DRUM you call belly could pass for a parachute Come to think of it how does your tiny anus bear the...

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ConservationFiction & PoetryLifestyleWorld Poetry Day —Renowned Nigerian Poet, Folu Agoi Speaks to WAP in an Exclusive Interview

Favour Ebubechukwu (Staff Writer)March 26, 2022

The 21st of March is known around the world to be the celebration of the World Poetry Day. In celebration of this day, Mr. Folu Agoi, the President of PEN Nigeria speaks to WAP’s Poetic Vibes Author, Favour Ebubechukwu, about the financial realities of poets in Nigeria and the World at large. ____________ Mr. Folu Agoi is the president of the Nigerian Centre of PEN International (aka PEN Nigeria), erstwhile Chairman of Association of Nigerian...

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Chris Chinwe UlasiColumnsFiction & PoetryYour Heart Is Too Tidy ―An Ode to a Mind and Soul

PilotnewsMarch 26, 2022

Your heart is abode to dark secrets. Like grass watered by fertilizer That lost its green hue because It was promised unfulfilled nutrients and bright days; daylight saving time— named in order not to offend dawn. Our mind is abode to dark secrets. Even hope held by dawn Left disillusioned souls everywhere. Even the sun —bright and happy, is equally losing its appeal. Do we still carry our minds like a bag? Our world is...

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