Excerpted from “The Carnivorous City”, a novel in progress. The office was off Olowu street, in a big two storey building that was a riotous warren of offices. It was the sort of building that made Lagos what it is; a city bursting at the seams with people. The...
(for Denis Brutus) Mist overflowsover close mountains, pales the horizon halfway; the sun strainsyet remains a blurdull on one side of the face; birds split the eyelids of beecheschattering as cricketsin a small open fire; no scent, only silver-dewin the grass; palms...
At age 62, I find that my once disparate interests in the sciences, communication and creative writing are now finding a happy union in semiotics or iconology. I am childishly fascinated by the generative and transformative power of metaphors, and in imitation of...
