Nnamdi Agu shifted the bundle to his left shoulder, and walked on. He tried to hasten his steps to keep up with his mother as they headed for the village. He was bubbling with excitement. Tomorrow, he would be going to Umuoha, to begin school in JSS1. He whistled a few notes, then stopped short … Continue reading When The Leopard Knocks
Please skip the FLYLEAF, and read the main story. One DARK NEW DAY in the middle of BLUE OCTOBER, after my dinner of LIMP BIZKITs and some RED HOT CHILLI PEPPERS, I put on my PLAIN WHITE TEES and was taking a stroll through LINKIN PARK when I saw a man who was TRAPT in … Continue reading Story Of The Year…..
Where Are The Children? “Aunty Abby, I think I’m in love” Bridget, six. “I know, marriage is about making babies” Sylvia, seven. “when you like a girl, you take her to ‘faaji’(party), then kiss her, then sleep with her and she has a pregnancy for you” Rilwan, seven. (pointing to his organ)”my mummy bought it … Continue reading Where Are The Children?
Anayo Chukwu was in a good mood. He was smiling contentedly as he drove away from the pharmacy. He looked at the packet on the seat beside him, and smiled again. Today, he would get maximum value for his money. He hummed along to the music of Oliver De Coque wafting from the speakers … Continue reading Swap!
My name is Omotayo Oni, and I really hate Christmas. Ask me why? It is a season of joy, of fun, and of laughter, but I must tell you, it is a season of pain, of regret, and of sorrow. The worst things in my life have always managed to happen around Christmas. Firstly, I … Continue reading One Sad Christmas..
3.55 am Central Mosque, Maiduguri, Borno State, Nigeria. The man in the prayer robe and turban makes no noise as I enter the room. He doesn’t even turn. I hate to think that I’m expected. I prefer instead to think that either he is deep in meditation and wishes not to be disturbed, or that … Continue reading The Wazobian Man: Boko Haram
FULL MOON. The time is twenty minutes past midnight. I make my way out of the house by my usual routes and slither round the house, to assure myself, and to note recent changes and happenings. The rat emerges from the hole near the orange tree, pauses to sniff the night air, and rushes to … Continue reading Full Moon
They say the worst thing in hell is the knowledge that you’ve missed heaven. So I can rightly claim to be in my own private hell, for the most painful part of being here, and alone is the knowledge that I’m not with you. The scent of you, the taste of your lips, the feel … Continue reading One Last Breath
I’m afraid of my house. Please don’t get me wrong, I live there, come in and go out freely, yes, but my house frightens me. I am Tunde Uche Ahmed, thirty two, five foot nine, and single. I have no girlfriend. None. Or to put it better, none again, not since I moved into the … Continue reading My Jealous House….
It began with a simple text message. The shrill sound of the phone disrupted her concentration. She got up from the bed, stretched, and crossed to the table at the other end of the first floor room that served as a bedroom for the two daughters of George Okeke, and picked up the phone. Staring … Continue reading Silent Night (it starts here)