A genuinely concerned Mum goes all out to ‘get ‘ a breakthrough for her seemingly disadvantaged daughter. Ori bibe ko’logun ori fifo – Yoruba proverb. He stepped out of the room, making the sign of the cross. He raised his fists high above his head and muttered, ‘glory to God.’ When he tried to dress … Continue reading Breakthrough
That day was the second of November 2012. Ayodele Olofintuade had put up on Facebook an invitation to a reception for Rotimi Babatunde, 2012 Caine Prize winner, at Drapers Hall, Institute of African Studies, University Of Ibadan. It was tagged, An evening with Icarus and Friends. Prior to this I had not met Rotimi Babatunde, … Continue reading An evening with Caine Prize Winner, Rotimi Babatunde and friends.
“And do not be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul; but rather be afraid of him who can destroy both soul and body in hell….” Matt 10:28(AMP) Ara watched as the golden brown coffin that held Bamitale hostage was carried out of the hearse by four undertakers who wore … Continue reading The Striking Anaconda
You can’t forget pharmacology, can you? Remember opioids? Kai, those drugs! I can hear you say. I hope medical school is still fresh in your head. You were the best student in pharmacology in our fourth year, so you would still remember that group of drugs called opioids. Your brain is at boiling point, as … Continue reading Love Is Like An Opioid
In recent times, her family had tried to match-make her and it had been so annoying. First, during Baami’s Baba ijo reception in his mansion at Funbi Fagun, Uncle Adekunle, Baami’s younger brother, had introduced her to Leke, a guy that smiled like an oda – a stupid drooling fool. His dressing was awkward: red … Continue reading For Prestige. For Honour. (Pt 2)
Seto had never been so infuriated all her life. She walked as fast as her legs could carry her, and with one last stride got to her Highlander Jeep. She opened it, jumped inside and threw her handbag on the passenger’s seat. Her lower lip disappeared into her mouth. Her eyebrows came together. Her hand … Continue reading For Prestige. For Honour. (Pt 1)
Immediately I closed my eyes, his muscular arms moved my feet from off the ground into the bed. I chuckled. Daddy was playing one of his pranks again. I got a little confused when those arms slowly began to loosen the tuck under my armpit. I was shy. He stripped me totally and I heard … Continue reading You Should Not Blame Me (Pt 2)
Dirty, robbed, humiliated and violated. That was how I felt. My innocence, character, purity took a bow and walked off the stage, leaving me, the confused spectator. That was when it happened. Tears gushed down my face like insane torrential rainfall at the start of a long overdue rainy season. The tears first gathered and … Continue reading You Should Not Blame Me (Pt 1)