All posts by Jasmine

A (really) young writer.

Inktober – Day 2: Tranquil

Ikeja had only been this quiet once. The first time was eleven years ago when I cried as my father threw I and my mother out of his house because my little brother had our neighbour’s dentition and facial features. We’d lived at Surulere until she died and I had to learn how to feed … Continue reading Inktober – Day 2: Tranquil

Inktober – Day 1: Poisonous

Koko paced the courtyard in half circles, like a lion ready to pounce on its prey. The west wind blew fiercely, carrying traces of salt and ashes. Earlier that morning, Koko and his men had attacked Ojika’s vineyard and set fire to it. His workers were not spared. Everyone and everything was burnt to the … Continue reading Inktober – Day 1: Poisonous

Zoned

“Trix, wetin do your eyes?” “Na pepper oh. I bin take pepper hand rub my eyes by mistake.” “Every day pepper pepper. And you no be Yoruba.” I smiled and pulled out a chair. I looked at my cheap wristwatch. I was twenty-two minutes early to the afternoon lecture. I whispered a short prayer and … Continue reading Zoned

The Visitor

“Nkechi, come and carry this bucket” “Where should I put it?” “Just comot am for here. I no wan see am. Ogechi, pack these clothes inside. Tidy this place for once. Haba! Visitor dey come!” “Who!?” chorused I and my sisters almost immediately. Our question was followed by a snort remark from our eldest brother, … Continue reading The Visitor