Of all the secondary schools in the mainland of Lagos, No one kept bad history like the students of Uzochuckwu’s school: Saint Thomas High school, Ikeja. They were a tagging plague and this affinity to tag was an unspoken one. It often began with silly incidents, like when Tomiwa, the social prefect, brought Eba to … Continue reading Bad Market
And I stare at how they chuckle, and how they smile.. Teethless and innocent.. Their tiny palm gripping your huge finger.. Wanting to suckle.. What beauty.. Okay! gabe is getting emotional.. *Park well guy* My little sister was born about the time I was battling with WAEC papers. She was the last person I was … Continue reading A Baby Changes Everything.
I was right there lying on my bed with my brother’s well protruded soft round ”yanch” to serve as ”head-rest”. I laid, and with all that comfortability stuffed up in that ”behind”, I was vexed. It wasn’t the number of rebellious tearing carried out by my siblings on my only beloved bed, just to shine … Continue reading Of Crushes, Vexations And Illusions.
Some men sat down in front of the shop. They were laughing at the emptiness of randy jokes cracked on top empty bottles of local gin. They fumbled with their limbs as they laughed, hitting the bench on which they sat with annoying force. If the laughter that taunted them were about to subside, one … Continue reading FAULTED… a short story
Theresa stood grinning stupidly in the motor park. Her hands clutching her behind as she felt the “shit” trying to fight its way out of her bowels. It was harmattan season but Theresa was sweating. “I will not shit in my pants” she said therapeutically to herself. All the buses going from Agbado to Ijoko … Continue reading A Bowel Struggle