Michael got up as early as 4am, switched on the light and sat up staring at the tattoo on Okafor’s back. Okafor’s snore beside him was quiet. As gentle as his looks. Michael’s eyes glided Read More
Feb 022012
julemyles
Jan 232012
On the home page of my facebook account, I came across a link to a blog post that my friends, Raymond Elenwoke and Onyeka Nwelue, had shared. It displayed the luxurious lives the sons of Read More
Sep 052011
My Name is Lola I married my husband a virgin. He was the best thing ever to happen to me. I remember the days of our courtship. We were both in the University of Lagos. Read More
Aug 122011
I dust my bag And the day began with a journey For my honeycomb I last saw some moons away Hours away my desires for you was tall Taller than any neighbouring tree For three Read More
Aug 072011
I am glad to get an autographed copy of this novel from the author herself. She is such a mother! I look at the cover and, the title, ‘TRAFFICKED’ gets me wondering. It’s a gripping Read More
Jul 052011
My dear, my Christmas greeting stands in front of my abrupt reply. Not a complete swerve of mind; I rather swallow the question this way, ‘Why that swerve of interest in me?’
Jul 052011
Who wants to serve? Who wants to get busy? They all raise their hands up. N.Y.S.C! Can’t they see? They are all blind. The corrupt lane of the country, waves yes to the ages of Read More
Jun 302011
I was shocked when I heard Ayo had disappeared with the sum forty-million naira. It was a Tuesday morning, and I had started attending to customers who were in hurry to withdraw money before heading Read More
Jun 282011
The first track of Asa’s second album introduces the listener into her lyrics about life’s happiness, sadness, worry and so on… Her voice which struck the world by storm with her first album four years Read More
Jun 072011
You used to be a quiet catholic boy. You used to attend Mass everyday to your father’s disgust. My son, can you remember when you used to be an alter-boy as a kid? Do you Read More
May 272011
My tongue can’t speak your languages My skin has betrayed me All I have is my pen I suffer the torment raining in my heart I long for the rain To wash over the blood Read More
May 262011
4 It was her legs encircling him in an act of intercourse. It was his waist jerking unstoppably. It was her call for his jerks to accelerate. It was Ozoemena and Nwamaka in stark nakedness. Read More
May 242011
2 Can’t you remember me…? I’m your brother, Nurse Kandibe. I have been treating your wounds since they brought you back from Lagos. Ah… You have developed what the white doctor who had passed me Read More
May 242011
1 Ozoemena did not consider himself an Igbo man. Every man he called an Igbo man behaved like his late father in one way or the other. He had hated his late father so much. Read More
May 062011
I flew into Nigeria from New Zealand a few days ago. It had been a while since I had been in the country. I had been brooding over the decision to visit Maiduguri, the town Read More
May 062011
The April 29th edition of Bookjam which took place at the Silverbird mall in Abuja was so interesting. It started with a debate about publishing rights. The argument that caught my interest was between one Read More
May 032011
It was every corps member’s wish to be posted to MMC. It was horrible when I saw my posting. I was to serve as a secondary school teacher in a rural area. It was a Read More
Apr 152011
The rain’s bleating against the sheets that made the roof of our apartment lasts for hours. It is the first time I hit my wife. Alone in my sitting room now, I allow the wounds Read More
Mar 242011
Her complexion was the most attractive feature that caught my eyes when I got to the park. Her hips were so curvy that the act of fornication started pouring into my heart. My stares were Read More
Mar 092011
Syn is tailing the taxi carting his mother and his brother. The taxi driver seems an expert in penetrating through the hold-ups. Syn is trying so hard not to lose sight of the taxi. There Read More