Up NEPA!!!!!! A tiny voice shouted from the next door and I sprang up immediately from the where I lay with a burst of energy. You know that rush of happiness that courses through you anytime that phrase comes alive, bearing in mind the many pleasures it holds. The excitement from it quickly activated my … Continue reading MALT and MILK
**Apo Filling Station Enugu** (A Den for the Wayward Boys) For those who have had the experience, the very mention of “Apo Filling Station,” rakes up ashes of old bitter memories. It is NOT a filling station as the name implies in case you are wondering. This corner of the universe which is a junction, … Continue reading Den For The Wayward Boys..
When I was a little boy, around the age of six, I was strictly warned by my PA and concerned neighbours not to pick money found along the streets or anywhere, no matter what. A certain scary tale was always attached to it; its either you turn into a yam or a tortoise. Mgbe ahu … Continue reading Naira Note From Hell..
My small pot of Indomie was gone. It was a neat job from a sticky hand. No doubt the missing launch had been under the thief’s microscope while I prepared it, because seven minutes roughly stood between me and my missing chow. I had left my small corner of kitchen in that happy-whistling mood of … Continue reading Stolen Hunger…
Emene, Enugu. 6:09 PM. Rashidi on his second attempt, broke free from the firm hold of the two policemen that seized him with a rip of energy and tore away. And like a bat straight out of hell, Rashidi ran, very fast, putting his scrawny long legs to good use. Almost immediately, one amongst the … Continue reading Rashidi
DIARY OF A NON-ALCOHOLIC. Now what’s with the disturbing perception towards the league of guys who do not drink alcohol? Hmmmm? What’s with that stigmatization of being ordained a sissy or regarded as a nine year old when you have a bottle or can of malt drink in your hand sitted in the company of … Continue reading Diary of a non-alcoholic..
With a reckless abandon, Ebuka and Chidiebere attacked the white ceramic plate of fufu in front of them like two long starved prisoners, totally disregarding the glint of amusement housed in the eye sockets of other customers who also came to eat at the busy restaurant. Their individual mould of fufu blinked so many eyes … Continue reading Food Fighting…
Come and eat, we often call out to friends whenever its meal time. But I make bold to say that in most cases, that expression is expressed not to honestly summon you, but only to fall in line with that moral etiquette required of us while we eat around these part of the universe, so … Continue reading Food is Ready, Come and Eat….
Slowly, his face creased up into a very thick frown as soon as he began to contract. With both eyes squeezed shut, white teeth and fists clenched tight, the muscles were finally engaged. And as expected, all the veins in his entire body were reawakened, making a bold expression on the outside. Especially the thick … Continue reading Bowel Movement Gone Wrong….
The last day of 2015 marched into my diary as one of the most exciting new year eves. The palpable emotion it came with filled the atmosphere, it was super charged. Our happy was so loud it became infectious. People got drawn to us like a bee towards nectar the very moment they felt the … Continue reading Loud Happiness..
I woke up in a sweaty panic when an ear splitting sound pierced my nap. I sat up urgently, my heartbeat erratic. Just when I was still trying to reacquaint myself with where I was, the scream came alive again, a little louder this time. I followed the scream and scrambled out of my room, … Continue reading Less TV….
Alcohol is like mothers milk to him. He really shows the effect, at least on the outside. His obvious loose and annoying displays when gauged shows he has never been a stranger to the bottle. Hand him a bottle of any liquor and he puts it away right beneath his flat stomach. And since our … Continue reading Victor
Chibuike ignored the command from the messenger who stood above him, his whole body fired up with sheer pain. ”O boy I say make you stand up salute Codo, you no hear me?!” the messenger repeated, eager to impress his boss. ”Hapu ya ka ozuo obere ike….leave am make him rest small” the Codo cut … Continue reading Tough Guy 2…
”Oya comot your shoe quick quick, even your shirt plus your trouser. No waste my time o, criminal!” a thick lady officer on duty who sat on a long stool ordered in that arrogant pidgin tongue. Some of the people that had come for bail or possibly an appointment who sat right opposite the counter, … Continue reading Tough Guy…..
Kaiser grabbed hard on the metallic door handle in a dash and yanked it open with a rupture of energy brimming with anticipation to knowing whom it was that banged hard on his door. But met no one. Surprised, he looked left,right and moved forward a step or two stretching his neck further into the … Continue reading Unseen Guest..