(A story about Fuel Subsidy Removal, in three Acts) ACT ONE A conversation between Peace (P), a housemaid, and Akpos (Akp), a driver Akp: “Peace, Peace!” P: “Na me be dat o.” Akp: [...]
(A story about Fuel Subsidy Removal, in three Acts) ACT ONE A conversation between Peace (P), a housemaid, and Akpos (Akp), a driver Akp: “Peace, Peace!” P: “Na me be dat o.” Akp: [...]
Unemployment flows In the beating heart of this city A vital tide Powerful stream Carrying hundreds Thousands Millions of us Tools for the workshop Unemployment is alive here Familiar Our monstrous relative Caressing the [...]
This is how I remember it. This is the image of my grandmother that sticks; that Christmas of 2005, the Christmas before she died. She is sitting at the dining table, in her customary [...]
I was a shy young leaf on a little tree. Our tree was little. Yes, we knew. We knew because the other trees never made us forget it. We heard it all the time. We [...]
Ok, so I saw this event link on Facebook saying Teju Cole and Tolu Ogunlesi were going to be having a literary conversation on Sunday November 27 from 4 to 6 pm at a place [...]
FROM PART 4: “Kitan, stop shouting alright. Sound carries in this house, Lamide might hear you.” “Oluseeni, I don’t give a damn! Stop giving excuses! Answer my question!” “Kitan, please forget Lucy. Stop shouting ehn. [...]
FROM PART 3: “But just imagine if I had packed my things that time and taken the children and stormed out of the marriage. People would sympathize, of course, but then some silly girl would [...]
FROM PART 2: “I’m sorry, Lucy which Babs is this?” “Uh! Chinelo, are you asking me that? How many men do we call Babs?” “Ehn! It’s a lie! Kitan’s Babs? The… em… em… the Owotomo [...]
FROM PART 1: “I suppose I should just let Ayoola kill me once and for all. Right?” “Kitan, this is your problem, ehn. You always get so dramatic and make things complex. This is a [...]
Character: ‘Say-Tokyo-Kid’ Book: ‘The Road’ Author: Wole Soyinka. ‘The Road’ is a complex drama. It could be said to be a series of interactions between various characters at a motor park/drivers’ community over the course [...]
-1- “I mean it’s just aww-ful! God have mercy on us. You know M’s cousin Wale right? The one who works with the DFID? Yes, him. He actually had an appointment to be at the [...]
–August 28, 2011–Gboyega Otolorin–Lagos– As a person, I have always despised faking. Airs, affectations, pretending to what you’re not, trying to impress people. It irritates me. I’m a firm believer in being you. Be yourself. [...]
Flashes. Flashes are all I see now. The buses come. The buses go. But me, I am numb. I sit in a world of blindness, of darkness, of dust and ashes. So much noise, so [...]
Short Note: Hey my dear Naija Stories people. I recently had the great pleasure of being a part of the Farafina Trust Creative Writing Workshop which ended Saturday, July 2, 2011. It was simply divine. [...]
Mr. Shammah is talking. “Hellooo. Hellooo. Alright, silence everyone. The 3rd round is about to start. Silence… SAAAAIIIIILENCE!” The buzz of voices across the Hall reduces. Me and my teammates hold hands, bow our heads [...]