‘Wetin dis girl wear so? No be pinjamas be dat?’ Wasiu whispered harshly, his hemp smelling breath fanning across Rasaq’s cheeks. Rasaq squinted and furrowed his nose. Though he had spent majority of Read More
Mar 042013
Afronuts
Feb 072013
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The Muse I met a crazy young man in a bus who wrote about still crazier ones. He had a head full of dreads and asked if I thought him sick in the head Dunno, Read More
Jan 202013
The night blackened with intensity as some strange force crept over the atmosphere. The gust of wind blew stronger. The bushes on both sides became more disturbed. The air grew colder. I felt my Read More
Dec 272012
‘Wow! That was awesome.’ ‘I’ll give you five hundred bucks just to play it again.’ ‘My goodness! Was that George Benson you just played?’ ‘Never heard a harmonica played so sweetly!’ ‘Please play it again! Read More
Nov 072012
A gust of wind blew through the campus grounds on a Saturday evening, picking up all manner of dead leaves littered across the academic landscape. Like some mythical spirit, it seemed to give life to Read More
Nov 012012
I didn’t like Harry the first time we met. Apart from the fact that he didn’t make a good first impression that day, I was also in a very bitter mood; the emotional residue of being recently Read More
Oct 192012
The dull light of the setting sun splashed across the almost cloudless sky that blanketed the campus. It created a strange hue reminiscent of the brush strokes of some master artist. You could see Read More
Jun 142012
I was at home watching TV and sipping on a can of malt when I got the call. ‘Hello?’ ‘Hi Afro…it’s me, Ben…’ ‘Yeah, Ben…wetin? Ben was a friend who was fond of getting into Read More
May 232012
Jeff looked at Okon. Okon looked back at him. ‘Well?’ ‘What?’ ‘Start the car now!’ ‘Oh…that…yeah!’ Okon hurriedly started the engine and they drove off. The prostitute reclined in the back seat and began to Read More
May 152012
‘Jesus!!’ Okon screamed as he slammed his feet hard on the brakes of the ash-grey Honda Accord. The car screeched violently to an abrupt halt, skewing a bit to the side on the empty service Read More
May 022012
It’s amazing how the smell or scent coming from a person can create a strong perception of that person. It doesn’t matter where it’s emanating from. As long as you can perceive a certain smell Read More
Mar 292012
Once again the scribe acts the messenger As I put pen to the paper to register… Per chance you meet the young man called Scopeman He cuts the picture of some wizkid of a Read More
Mar 052012
Every day on this site it’s clear to see The iconoclastic madness of a Kaycee Or the uncontrollable randy banter Of a chick chasing Jaywriter And like a friend’s ping on a blackberry You get a Read More
Feb 232012
*Based on a true-life incident If I could see it coming Maybe I would have stopped you running But alas there’s no appointment Very much to one’s disappointment Before one could stop you After Read More
Feb 132012
Wasiu stank. The atmosphere surrounding him reeked of Indian hemp and the local gin popularly known as ogogoro. Rasaq retched. Fighting hard to stay put from letting loose his innards at his friend’s stench seemed Read More
Feb 042012
Sweat Seeping through my pores Threatening to flash Through the seams of my clothing Nerves Unsettled like disturbed bats Sending ceaseless blood-flow To places where the sun don’t shine Breath Stiffening with inhale Stuttering in Read More
Jan 192012
Abbie finished hanging her washed laundry and began pegging them. From the corner of her eye she could make out a figure peeping eavesdropping from the opposite building. She knew it must be Jay. She Read More
Jan 162012
He plugged his ears with earphones attached to an Mp3, boarded a bus headed towards Iyana Oba, on the outskirts of Lagos and alighted at a bus stop hinted on the paper. He looked around Read More
Jan 122012
Jay scratched his crotch and sniffed as he held up a pair of old binoculars and peered through them. He was standing at the window of his two-roomed apartment which consisted of a bedroom and Read More
Jul 242011
The story of Henry and Dimeji’s predicament wouldn’t have spread well on the wings of rumors if they had been isolated incidents. Soon other instances began to surface, establishing the fact that a horrendous trend Read More