His name is Dogg. He was christened Dogg. At the tender age of eight, he was the sweetheart and heartbreaker of almost half the girls in his school. He would “take care” of them and in turn, they would give him sweets and chewing-gum and money. But now, he is a fully-grown man of twenty-five, … Continue reading A Dogg Is A Dog
”I don’t think I love you anymore” Blood was rushing to my head. I felt myself sway. What was he saying? What was Emeka talking about?? Focus. ”I think it’s best I’m honest with you” Is he breaking up with me?? Here? Now? Why? How? I can’t hear what he’s saying. I can see his … Continue reading I Remember
So I am one of those who listened with attention and admiration to Chimamanda Adichie’s address on the danger of a single story. Good stuff. Really. So I decided to do some self-examination and see where my stereotypes have turned up when I least expected it. One of the exciting things about New York City … Continue reading Stereotypes, shmeriotypes…
If you’ve read my tagline, you will know I’m probably the last person to be writing this. If there’s one place my writing talents don’t extend to, it’s the world of romance. Not that I don’t read romance, I do. I read Nora Roberts, Jayne Ann Krentz, Elizabeth Lowell, Sandra Brown, Susan Wiggs etc. But … Continue reading How To Write Romance
She sat still in the atmosphere of a cemetery. Lolade looked grim at the barren lines of her paper. Others with swollen pupil having held sleep hostage filled the gaps. She was at a loss of what to pen. The pen looked too heavy to engrave any meaningful writing on paper. She kept flipping the … Continue reading Miss Sociology
He moved, leading the troll They all depended on him I did, still do Are we on the right track? They ask Yes But I see a mist Do you have faith? Do you trust? Believe? Are you strong? We are there Gradually I can smell it in the air I feel it Vindication The … Continue reading Resilience
“When Words Fail You” was supposed to be a one-off but I am trying to see if I can write anything longer than a short story… Here’s chapter 2.
The loud voices coming from the living room stirred me; I had been sleeping peacefully. I swung my feet down from the bed and walked towards the voices. Pushing aside the curtains at the end of the corridor, I peeped in to see my mum in what seemed like an argument with a man seated … Continue reading Too Late
She was just been openly jilted by her boyfriend. After their dinner, he told her that he had fallen in love with someone else, a more beautiful lady than herself. They had been inside a restaurant and in front of everyone, she threw a glass of water at him and walked out of the restaurant. … Continue reading The Last Dance
JUST A PHONE CALL You may always have me to miss And we may never always kiss But it will always be okay Cos I’m just a phone call away All you got to do is dial And hold on a short while So you can get a connection And we can start our conversation … Continue reading Just A Phone Call
It’s classified. Men are bastards. Dunni just called me. Apparently, Queen Bitch is in town. Yes, Nasir’s girlfriend came in from London yesterday AND she’s going to be in town for a little over a week. Last night, he took her to freaking DC Coast, you know, that expensive joint downtown where they have the … Continue reading Irreplaceable (…chapter 1, tart series)
I knew I was going to die. I was hanging with my life but I did not want to die. No one just wants to die like that (and in the manner I found myself. A painful death.) I had to save myself from death, somehow, the way, I did not know. I was dying, … Continue reading Murder On The Line(2)
The large pendulum clock inside the bank manager’s office struck 11:00am – eleven ominous strokes of doom. Standing in front of the huge reinforced-metal bank safe was the bank manager himself, his brows beaded with perspiration, and his fingers trembling as he tried to open the safe’s combination lock system. The manager’s fingers were trembling … Continue reading Best Laid Plans
Come stroll a calabash with me… Come stroll a calabash with me Come stroll a calabash with me Come stroll a calabash with me A calabash with me, a calabash with me ——- Here I am in my shimi Come stroll a calabash with me ——- Knowing not what the future be Come stroll a … Continue reading Come stroll a calabash with me…/Man with amulet
I always knew I am beautiful. From the time I was three, I had been turning heads. If there was ever an impromptu beauty pageant at a birthday party, I was picked to wear the crown. There was no contest; that was how good I looked. Everybody kind of expected me to turn as I … Continue reading How Many Frogs Shall A Princess Kiss?