You do not want to take too much of a direct approach when trying to tell your Igbo relatives about the fact that you don’t intend to get married. I believe I can take the liberty of saying that the same applies to any Nigerian family as well; cutting across tribe, and the parameter of … Continue reading Bane of my Bone; Stress of my Flesh
Oh lonely comforting memories Tis in thee I’m made brave Though old, it still lingers fresh on my mind How though old but really new as dew Old sweet memories Oh strange befitting memories How pleasant thy treasures had been How thou strong but each feeling make me weak Perpetual and outstanding old sweet memories … Continue reading Old Sweet Memories
I checked my time it was some minutes past 11. I couldn’t go to ask my mom for food at that time and whenever she was in that kind of mood! I just couldn’t sleep… could this be dream? but Dreams didn’t just happen like that.. they happened either as a result of thoughts that … Continue reading The Youngster Named Amigo – Episode5!
ABIKU- Jimoh babatunde Ibrahim I am Abiku … Continue reading ABIKU by Jimoh Babatunde Ibrahim
CALL FOR ENTRIES OYO STATE @ 40 POETRY AND ART ANTHOLOGY Society of Young Nigerian Writers In collaboration with Ibadan Book Club and Oyo State Interparty Youth Forum (Oyo State @ 40 Poetry and Art Anthology) Rules for Submission Only poems and art works are allowed Entrants are to submit Minimum of 4 poems … Continue reading Call For Entries – Oyo State @ 40 Poetry And Art Anthology
He came home wearing a strange look She ran to receive the usual hugs and kisses But Not this time Confusion in the house She pressed for answers He yelled at her, she kept quiet He slapped, kicked and pushed her She fell and broke her right arm In hospital she groans Does she … Continue reading Your Hands against Her?
It was the early morning of the 25th of December. The time on the giant clock on display from the cathedral read 4:30 a.m. Those who had attended the Christmas eve service were returning from their various churches, and flooded the streets that early. Those who had attended the Cathedral on the Peninsula in Lekki … Continue reading Cold
The title says it all, folks. ***This has the purview of, but is not limited to, familiar spirits, karishikas, mammy and pappy waters, (with other loyal subjects of the marine kingdom), annoying neighbours, oga’s wife/husband, mother-in-laws, haters, frenemies, stalkers and famzers, gold-digging boyfriends/girlfriends, as well as the sour-faced old man/woman who lives at the end … Continue reading How the Witches Follow You from the Village
If you haven’t read the previous episode, please click episode 2 After I was done with what I was doing, I decided to open the message that I received earlier. I took my phone and cuddled up in bed before finally opening the message. I hissed when I saw this because it was just one … Continue reading Forbidden Love (episode 3)
Sitting at the dining table idle. The door opens. Pause. Shuts. Coat rustles, socks rub against shoes. My dad walks in with a white rectangular box. “Sultan! Guess what?” he asks excitedly. I look at him to acknowledge his question. “I got you an iPhone 5 instead of 4!” I consider this. I consider him … Continue reading iPhone
So I stood there with utter disconcert while he left me. I wandered about the place; for the overthrow of rest in me,. my mind was seethed with discomfort, and nervousness took helms of peace my heart initially was smeared with! My bane wasn’t for the food or the starvation plague they were fronted with.. … Continue reading The Youngster Named Amigo – Episode 4
Oh thou life mixed with pains Where all plans vanish in plain Tis in this little home that We loss all our strength. Oh this life with much to gain Where we trend but all in vain Tis in this little nest that we are tossed up and down. Oh thou life with much in … Continue reading This Life
Izuchukwu drove his Toyota Corolla into the parking lot of a popular eatery. A quick dinner; a welcome break from his niece’s cooking. The bitter leaf soup she served him the previous evening had salt as its main ingredient. Ngozi had mentioned, with pride, that she prepared a potful of it. Izuchukwu was certain that … Continue reading My First Kiss (Episode 13)
She had no identity and he had too many. They met by what they believed was chance’s manipulation, on the day marking the apex of their individual frustrations with the lives they’d been leading for more years than they cared to count. With everyday that passed for those years to grow, life’s value became … Continue reading A Tale of Him and Her
This has to be rated the shortest and the most eye opening event I’ve ever witnessed. The horrors in this world cannot fully be enumerated because more and more horrors spring up by the second, faster than anyone is able to take count off any longer. From the corner that’s the window in my room, … Continue reading Horror in the world: Victims and Victors (Short story)