She grew up good. Her mother had a little shop at the centre of Jetu market, where she sold the cassava she had laboured to dig up in her vast farms. Her father was as much of a farmer as he was a teacher at her school. He taught mathematics energetically on week days, and … Continue reading The People’s Honey
Away to the sea of drought Water down to my soul For I thirst Oh mother of the Nile For unto a boy A man matured Grass to my teeth Will to my fist Oh mother of the Nile Grasp away this sorrow of tomorrow I tire of the work of today Toiling … Continue reading Something like the Nile
I have had people tell me that my writing can get grotesquely unrefined. For this reason, I should write only about Africa. I wonder, why do people think a whole continent need to be associated entirely with darkness.
Turn around First Bank Nigeria Plc is a miserable bank. Yes, I said it. Nationwide miserable. Or, more specifically, Southwest wide miserable. I had cause to travel across five states in the spate of 48hours, going about my legitimate business of buying and supplying physical goods and I had cause to go into the … Continue reading First Bank Nigeria Plc is a Miserable Bank
Grace, after living three years in Russia could not wait to eat her first sushi. Tarrying patiently on the queue, she watched as people ate raw fish wrapped in seaweed. It finally came her turn. Her spoken Russian was awful she couldn’t even understand else she would have requested the sushi man to customize hers … Continue reading Citizens of no-city
The NWCA is an exciting biannual initiative to inspire and encourage unpublished and self-published Nigerian writers online. It primarily exists to seek, find, promote and award upcoming writers in Nigeria. We recognize works from people of different backgrounds and our objective is not only to showcase such works to the public but to also reward … Continue reading An Award for Writers by Writers! #NWCA
I am continuing from where I left off, the scene in my hostel when I announced to my friend, Fiyi with a mischievous twinkle in my eye that I would find the girl I had last seen on the second day of the camp. My earnest search for the ‘shiny girl’ began the next day, … Continue reading The Clarion Call VI : Flashpoint.
I close the last tabs on my Blackberry UCBrowser and try to remember all the tips I’ve gotten from the internet about how my body language can influence observers’ minds. And mine too. It all started when I watched that TedTalk video by Amy Cuddy who says that standing for two minutes with my arms … Continue reading Nerves And French Classes
“Mummy…” Shirley’s voice was distinct and clear. I spun round, expecting to see my daughter smiling up at me. I saw nothing. There was no one in the house but me. Was I hallucinating? I turned my attention back to the attractive knife. What exactly did I intend to do? I asked myself. Tentatively, I … Continue reading Betrayals and Funerals – 2
HEARTBEAT Kip, kip, kip Weak as it may sound Feeble as a baby’s hands Tapping on a giant Yet with each of those little hits Comes one of the most needed supplies A flow of life Building blocks Of a man’s essence Assured of action Function and faction For the next two minutes. … Continue reading Heartbeat
It was 3 am when Djimou first heard the noise. It started as a low rumble from the horizon, but built up gradually as the seconds ticked away. Soon, the noise was so much that his wife and three year old son woke up startled and cuddled up to him instinctively. He huddled them in … Continue reading President of Ashes
“What has your poor wife done to deserve this Richard? She is back living in her father’s council flat when you are still alive. Did we not raise you well? If you have trouble in your matrimonial home, you call families from both sides and elders from the church to help you sort it out. … Continue reading Our Angels 4