All posts by Sharon Salu

Since drawing stick figures is not considered a serious art form, I have decided to use words instead to tell the stories I want to read. Many of my stories are based in Nigeria because, well, I am a Nigerian. Logical explanation, right? And because I know you're deeply fascinated by my life, you might as well take note that I will eat anything that has pepper in it. Within reason, of course.

The Day I Will Never Forget, Episode 5: Miss Agbo Tells Her Story

READ EPISODES 1 – 4 We continued the journey in silence. Miss Agbo lived in Ikate, a neighborhood in Surulere.  It was far from my school, which was all the way in Apapa, so on our way, we ran into traffic.  With all the grunting and complaining that came from my mother, I began to … Continue reading The Day I Will Never Forget, Episode 5: Miss Agbo Tells Her Story

The Day I Will Never Forget | Episode 4: Ezekiel’s Mother Suspects Something

READ EPISODES 1 – 3 I decided I would not tell anyone what I had done.  Not even Bright. The truth would remain in my heart, locked away for good.  Besides, who knew why Miss Agbo really fell ill? Maybe someone else had fed her rabbit meat.  Or maybe something else had happened to her. … Continue reading The Day I Will Never Forget | Episode 4: Ezekiel’s Mother Suspects Something

The Day I Will Never Forget | Episode 3: Revenge on a Plate of Party Jollof Rice

READ EPISODES 1 – 2 My illness kept me away from school for over a week.  During that time, I made a most annoying trip to a local clinic where a nurse not only gave me several injections, but they sent me home with a take-away present: bitter medicine to be taken at prescribed intervals … Continue reading The Day I Will Never Forget | Episode 3: Revenge on a Plate of Party Jollof Rice

The Day I Will Never Forget, Episode 2: The Boy With the Fat Cheeks

  READ EPISODE 1 Miss Agbo was what as an adult, I can now refer to as “meticulous.”  But as a child, I thought she was just petty.  Too particular, and in fact, obsessed with an infinite number of small, uninteresting details. At the end of class everyday, she would ensure that the class captain … Continue reading The Day I Will Never Forget, Episode 2: The Boy With the Fat Cheeks

The Day I Will Never Forget, Episode 1: Our Class Teacher, the Rabbit Lover

We all knew about the rabbits.  It was not a secret.  Every student in my Primary 3 class – 5, 6, 7 year olds just like me – was aware that Miss Agbo, our class teacher, absolutely loved rabbits. The first clue was the picture alphabet chart celotaped to one of the orange walls of … Continue reading The Day I Will Never Forget, Episode 1: Our Class Teacher, the Rabbit Lover

On the Road to Makurdi: Episode 3 (The Truth According to Sewuese)

Meanwhile, I called Luke Abanyam, my host in Makurdi, who picked me up in his car, and took me home.  His wife, Hannah had cooked a sumptuous breakfast to welcome me to their city.  After eating, they both left to go to work, since it was Friday morning.  I promptly fell asleep. By the time … Continue reading On the Road to Makurdi: Episode 3 (The Truth According to Sewuese)

On the Road to Makurdi: Episode 2 (The Stranger on the Bus)

I wasted no time pinging and subsequently chatting with her.  It was such a relief to read her reply.  And that was how we started chatting back and forth. Then, we graduated to sending each other voice notes. I remember the first time I sent her one of those.  All I said was: “Hi, Sewuese … Continue reading On the Road to Makurdi: Episode 2 (The Stranger on the Bus)

On the Road to Makurdi: Episode 1 (How Scrabble Saved Her Life)

I heard a beep from the phone nestled in the pocket of my trousers, and instinctively knew who was trying to get my attention, and why. It was Sewuese. But, until that moment, I did not know her last name. Eager to know what she had just said, I jumped to my feet, dipped my … Continue reading On the Road to Makurdi: Episode 1 (How Scrabble Saved Her Life)

Shine Your Eye: Part 5 (Final)

  “Ah, Seni, Seni, oya come and sit here.  Oya come now-ow …” he said, patting a spot beside him on her own bed. The look on her face said, “Get out now!” but she obeyed.  Mentally, she added locking her room to the list of life-changing decisions she planned to make before she turned … Continue reading Shine Your Eye: Part 5 (Final)

Shine Your Eye: Part 4

  He came home briefly to drop his traveling bag and pick up some other items.  It was the same navy blue traveling bag that Seni herself had used whenever she returned to school at Meiran after holidays.  She knew that Dele would be going to Boye’s house, for the mini get-together to celebrate his … Continue reading Shine Your Eye: Part 4

Shine Your Eye: Part 3

To tell the truth, the ideas that came to her mind at first were childish.  One idea was to set him up and have her parents overhear the rubbish he was saying.  She decided that that plan could backfire.  Boye could simply change his strategy from harassing her at home, to way-laying her on the … Continue reading Shine Your Eye: Part 3

Shine Your Eye: Part 2

  “From your mouth? You’re such a hypocrite! You who have been watching all these vampire and werewolf movies would dare accuse me of watching Yoruba movies because of minor babalawo or woli scenes?! Wonders shall never end.” “Okay, that’s enough!” Dele’s eyes were red and nobody needed to tell Seni that she had crossed … Continue reading Shine Your Eye: Part 2

With Love From Asaba: Part 15 (FINAL)

“Who is that that wants to break my gate, ehn?” Chief Alozie asked in an irritated voice, before yelling to the gateman to go and see who was at the gate. The gateman was in the backyard and Nene beat him to the gate.  As soon as she stepped outside, she saw Richard grinning. He … Continue reading With Love From Asaba: Part 15 (FINAL)

With Love From Asaba: Part 14

Richard was right, as Nene later discovered.  Before they parted ways, Richard had told Nene of the various DNA samples that could be used to determine paternity.  Nene had been apprehensive at first, thinking that they would need to draw the child’s blood. But Richard had set her mind at ease.