They Never Talked Tunde Gbadegesin never complained about things and whenever he did, it was always subtle, without any iota of anger. However, after his sixth year of trying to get a permanent source of income, after he was retrenched for no reason from the small one he had, his subtle complaints evolved to become … Continue reading They Never Talked
I AM JUST A BOY, I AM NOT A BURDEN This statement fell out from his mouth as his mother lynched him with a whip on the ground. He shouted on top of his voice defending his manity, voice shaken and hands akimbo. There on the street I stood watching him enduring and fighting to … Continue reading I Am Just A Boy, I Am Not A Burden
Marriage is a curse, a cage, and a prison especially if one was a Christian. There is an emptiness that encompasses marriage and I hate it, with every passion. At a point, I cursed myself for making the stupid choice of picking Ademilade as my wife. I should have known she would end up obese. … Continue reading Little Words And Happiness
My mother always warned me against whistling at night.”I pray you don’t attract evil with that your smelling mouth,” she said one night as she broke melon seeds for dinner.I’ve never believed in myths, but I found her tales funny.”Why mother?” “I’ve told you times without number,” she pushed the white, plastic chair she sat … Continue reading The Ant Queen
A REVIEW OF BEN JOSSY’S SONG : BENUE CHILD “Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought” Percy Bysshe Shelley- “When I’m writing, I’m thinking about myself, because it’s the only experience I have to draw on. And I don’t see exact reflection of myself in every face in the audience, but I … Continue reading The Beginning Of Everything Genocide
As I walked majestically to my fiancé on our engagement day, in the eyes of the crowd that gathered to watch our engagement, I could feel the angry eyes of my Aunty, Jolade, on my body. I knew the agitation of my mother. My father didn’t really care. Even if my husband’s family weren’t from … Continue reading Why I Decided To Use My Right Hand
A house of tiny People and other short stories… Waking up was no longer the pleasure it used to be for Ayomide. There’s a fleeting moment when she’s whole again but it evaporates faster than shear butter melting from the impact of a sun. Then her lids that drooped with sleep would snap violently open … Continue reading The House of Tiny People
Now I can go to jail Have for myself, a bad name If I take the wrong steps And follow evil men One that I would carry with me for the rest of life, in shame One that would follow me till I join my brothers in Hades I fear for I will soon be … Continue reading Becoming Eighteen
I think of your smiles, Your lovable laughter, your funny frowns, I think of you and my heart aches. I think of moments shared, Pleasant and unpleasant. The drink and food, of music and deep conversations. I think of you and my heart aches. I know! Still your heart beats for the Judas that stabbed … Continue reading Heart Ache
I was on my secondary school Facebook group some days ago, after I had commented on a picture, the guy that commented after me said “ha!!! Na this boy wey dey always speak big big oyinbo be this”. I laughed after reading the comment. I looked at his profile picture hoping I would be able … Continue reading After School – What Are You Remembered For?
WHILE I STARE While I stare at the deep of the earth I tear from my eyes Is this what He made it to be? Were we all meant to live like this? Guns became our toys Breaking hearts became a thing of joy Corruption became a hobby and we’ve turned immorality into our Tommy … Continue reading While I Stare
Writers Should Stop Copying Prof Wole Soyinka, Other Known Writers- Wole Adedoyin Wole Adedoyin is the President of the Society of Young Nigerian Writers (SYNW) and the National Publicity Secretary, South, of the Association of Nigerian Authors (ANA). In this interview with ABDULHAFEEZ T. OYEWOLE, he speaks on his writing and how it becomes the … Continue reading Writers Should Stop Copying Prof Wole Soyinka, Other Known Writers
Sometimes the pains of one’s origin become unbearable when the urge to ask what killed your grandfather and grandmother keeps revisiting you over and over without seeking your permission. Sometimes when you keep seeing the amputated leg of your father dangling as he walks here and there and the tattered broken home of your grandparents, … Continue reading Revisiting Biafuru: Our Story Of Misery And Survival
How I bridged the communication gap between the national and state chairmen of registered political parties in Nigeria – Wole Adedoyin Wole Adedoyin, is the governorship candidate of the Hope Democratic Party (HDP) in the forthcoming governorship election in Osun state. A former Oyo State Secretary of Interparty Advisory Council (IPAC) and the Conference of … Continue reading How I bridged the communication gap between the national and state chairmen of registered political parties in Nigeria – Wole Adedoyin
He was either looking for a home in his mother’ thought; A place where lost freedom is found to be a lurking land. He was either searching for the colour of a new song, a song of colour and crystal ray from the shadow of her heart. We define threnody with a moonful of sadness … Continue reading When a boy left his town through his mother’s eyes