Hi, I'm Timi!
Or Grahne (pronounced "grain"). I'm a singer, songwriter, and writer of fiction and nonfiction, based in Lagos, Nigeria.
My Stories
Ruination
Ene Osijo is called to a covert government-sanctioned committee meeting, alongside seven other individuals, led by an old friend of his, Dr. Elienai Okike.
The purpose of this meeting is to propose a solution to Lagos state’s population problem via an explosive device, and then determine the focus area for the cull: The Mainland, or the Islands?
In spite of the clash of interests evident in the meeting, Ene and Elienai reach an agreement with the other members, only to discover at the end that it was all for naught, and their troubles have only just begun.
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Annihilation
"The world has gone to hell in a handbasket."
The Myriad are here. Their ships hover above seven cities on the planet. To a fearful civilisation, they have only a few words. The threat of extinction, should they be attacked in the next two weeks.
For Ene and Elienai, the stakes have never been higher. They argued for the souls of forty million, now they must find a way to save nine billion. And they have two weeks to do it.
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Fire On The Mountain, And The Pyromaniac Politicians Behind The Scenes
Conscious music may have a storied history, but conscious artistes are becoming even rarer to find. The poet whose words you once used to direct your frustration at the system might post a tweet or a photo endorsing The Man.
So to those of us who resonate with lyrics like ‘I see the blood of an innocent child and everyone is watching’, could you imagine Seun Kuti performing Coffin for Head of State at Olusegun Obasanjo’s birthday party?
Stranger things have happened.
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Your prayers are useless! Why God isn’t working for you
Will we ever prosper in Nigeria? Will Nigeria ever flourish again?
The short answer is no. We will never flourish as a nation, especially if we the people stay the same. It’s not rocket science.
The trader who prays to God every day for her hammer to knack, and then quadruples the price of her wares when she spies a new customer cannot prosper in life. That’s just the way God works.
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Notes on the striking ability of grief
As a writer, I have come to understand my ability to absorb human information.
The slight tremor in the hands, the sheen of tears hurriedly blinked away. Details unmissed by me, stored for future reference.
And here I am tonight, doing what writers do when the emotions are there: write.
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