Arigbe the first and last child of his parents named after the famous Arigbe leaf a wild magical spice only used by women who need to spice up their love lives his father’s love for his mother lacked spice at the time he was born so she named him Arigbe but after Arigbe was born … Continue reading Born Without A Penis
I remember a certain glass verse stuffed with colourful hibiscus ravishing and riveting “don’t touch this vase, I starved to buy it” mama would always warn. But I was just ‘five’ curious, adventurous, dexterous. One day, Mama returned from daily hustles, met the glass vase in fragments. An unintentional booboo. Spurred by ingenious curiosity. It … Continue reading Mama You Are the Enemy!
I woke up, covered in a fog of turquoise-white and maroon-gold. I could remember me and Billy, my crazy pit-bull, were walking a lonely mountain track. The unruffled breezy clouds perched on my skin, I nipped them in my imagination. They felt as nothing I’ve ever touched or tasted, just an epitome of immaculate flamboyance…every fine … Continue reading No, not without Billy!
What a fiery beauty you have become! My brother, fruit of my father’s loins. Auspicious, Beautiful, Promising. Thence came our crossroads. You chose West I chose home. I dine amala and ewedu I wine fura and nunu, Ugba and palmwine are priceless to me. But you. Yes you! You washed away your colours. You embraced … Continue reading Neither Here Nor There
A street hawker in Port-Harcourt prays that God provides heavily congested traffic A rich man in Lagos prays to avoid every congested traffic All these people are children of God After all, whether from the church or mosque, they both pray to the same God At this point I would ask if God shall … Continue reading We Are Oliver Twists
I had been married for 15 years, no issue to show for it. I was so frustrated and concerned as I was nearing menopause; but to my amazement, my husband was not so bothered at all. My husband’s family began mounting so much pressure on him to take a second wife, but he refused. This … Continue reading I Killed Him
I am who I am, but some people call me black. They don’t just call me black, they also say I’m dirty and dark I do what others do; and I could even visit gutters in search of food When I do so, they call me a fool.. They know me by dirty rags, and … Continue reading They Say I Am Black and Bad
Women are like dogs, but they are not dogs. Whatever name you call her, that name she would bare. Should you call her a dog, don’t you expect her to act like a hare She would certainly give you a home full of dogs. If you call her a queen, you’ll live out your life … Continue reading A Letter to My Virgin Brother
Michael ran his fingers through his foaming beards as if he was doing a head-count for his hairs. The spray tube sprinkled waves of gentle bubbles of warm water at his face… and indeed, the warm bath suited his mood and was exactly all he needed to seal his long day. His wife’s birthday was … Continue reading Every Man Has a Price.
Hail the hero who embraces troubles. He does not make troubles. He may be challenged by adversities. He would rather ignore all trivialities. He would strive to make history. He is willing to die for others to tell his story. He upholds and treasures his inferiors He upholds and pleasures his superiors. He is the … Continue reading A True Hero
“Honey, I’m sorry. I can’t explain what pushed me… we did it only five times… ever since I’ve been wanting to stop, but I just cant. I’m so sorry, don’t know what pushed me into cheating on you…” “Hahaha, no honey… I know you’re joking. Me too I’m just pulling your legs. Sorry for having … Continue reading Mad Game
Beside being the most dedicated staff of a multinational Oil Company in Nigeria, Michael was also the best husband in the whole world as long as Rita was concerned. His combination of affection and dedication to both work and marriage had become such an impeccable feat that she was overwhelmed in Nuptial bliss. Subsequently, Michael was … Continue reading That Line between Love and Lust
The weather was humid in the farm. The farm grains had been harvested for the season and the bigger animals had already pounced on the leftovers in the mounds. The clammy weather made movement so difficult for Ife and the rest of his clansmen who were prone to walking on their bellies. They’re Tailor Ants … Continue reading Homeless
It was white all over, I couldn’t decipher where I was, all I could feel was some deep awkwardness, and a chilled creepy note of self-consciousness. I had a feeling of run-for-your-life, but couldn’t find my limbs. Am I dead? Is this heaven? Certainly it can’t be hell, as there were neither fire balls nor … Continue reading The Pit