Krystal Pen

Fiction, Poetry and everything Literary. Every voice should be heard.

A lot of things could change when you shake a white man

Before now, I have always given ‘colour’ an undeservedly exclusive reverence. I would wake up in the dead of the night and assure myself that ‘colour’  is just an unfortunate entity that found itself not just on the skins of people but also the minds. And then i wouldn’t know when sunrise will zoom in. It was a very colorful burden, but I never realized how heavy it was, not […]

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Poor people are always more extra honest

Oxford said, to be honest means free of deceit; truthful and sincere. Now let’s rephrase our topic so that you won’t feel I’m not talking to you: ordinary people are always more honest while dealing with wealthy people. If you should watch closely,  you will be able to see how people aggrandize their honesty with apparent pieces of extra trueness, while dealing with wealthier people. Not in business though. And […]

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Such Are The Days

Every mind knows the truth As lucid as the dullness of crepuscle, Yet prefers to be cuddled by the lie, Like the groping of a crippled ocean. Such are the days. Every feet quiver, like the heavy dance Of the forest to the suprano of the wind With a need to be in church, yet Attired with ignorance, as to why There is the need. Such are the days. Every […]

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The piece of life you wouldn’t want to have

Life is carefully shredded into pieces at every given point in time. Some pieces might be adorned in Olympian qualities, others might just be adequately good, yet, some other parts might be treated with severe disdain. If you think your own piece is not good enough, you might want to see what is happening in some parts of the country. I was opportuned to travel to a particular part of […]

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When you bash a white man’s car in Nigeria

Driving could be as distasteful as a life adorned in frustration if you are neck-deep in the busyness of Lagos roads. Your woes could be compounded if you are involved in a collateral damage of the intense and ferrocious movement along the Lagos roads. There are always collateral damages. Bashing or scratching someone’s car or being the recipient– either of them is a collateral damage caused by the ever brimfull […]

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Americans could prefer Nigerian politicians to their’s

I like to be rational at all times, such that i hardly speak of issues that are not corroborated by plausible explanations. So last two weeks,in church, when a woman said Nigerian politics is dirty, i threw my curiosity at her. Of course the statement was not avant-garde, but of course i was in the church so i expected to hear something well-grounded and presumptive about the statement. I was […]

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