“Do you remember the story of the Antelope Woman?” “It is story time?” I screamed with childish delight. We had both been staring at the seamless beauty of the constellation of stars the whole time. Papa and I were lying on the mat outside our home enjoying the caress of the cool evening breeze. “Have … Continue reading A Night of Dreadful Wonder
“For the sake of next year’s election, we need to do this Mister President” The special adviser to the president. The room went silent, sited on the round table are high-ranking politicians and military personals. I felt like bagging into the room and killing everyone them, port bellied idiots, it would be considered treason, at … Continue reading Dead Lions Don’t Roar.
“Ehizogie was a very powerful witch doctor and in those days, men of his kind were fond of marrying spirit beings and people with strange powers”, my father said. I knew it was story time once I heard those words. I quickly snuggled up to him. His breath reeked of tobacco and his baritone echoed … Continue reading The Antelope Woman
I had been married for 15 years, no issue to show for it. I was so frustrated and concerned as I was nearing menopause; but to my amazement, my husband was not so bothered at all. My husband’s family began mounting so much pressure on him to take a second wife, but he refused. This … Continue reading I Killed Him
As soon as I alighted from the taxi, rain clouds surfaced and darkened the sunny afternoon. I scuttled into the banking hall to finish the deposit before the cloud releases its bullets of tears. I walked across to the writing platform and got a deposit slip. As I reached into my pocket for my pen, … Continue reading Misled
Her breath came in short gasp. She cowered behind the sofa, her eyes bleeding tears. She could hear him pulling a cord in the closet and cursing with rage. She whimpered with fright and prayed to God to intervene, only then did she hear him coming. Her heart stopped. He pushed the bedroom door and … Continue reading Victim of Love
Iya Pikin A story about women who give birth to spririt children IYA PIKIN She woke up early in the morning to greet the moon as it dawned on her that she was sleeping with death on her bed-side having aborted so many pregnancies. That morning, her hope had died and she was about to … Continue reading Iya Pikin
It was my thirtieth birthday and my sister was throwing a party for me. Left to me I wouldn’t bother. I would just skulk in my room reading a book or messing about on my laptop. Birthdays don’t really interest me. Waste of time and money. I have better things to do … Continue reading Coming Out
Previous episodes here: Episode 1, Episode 2, Episode 3, Episode 4 Toronto – January 2016 Her new team was a team of four. They all seemed nice, if a little chatty at times. This was her 2nd month with the team and so far she was settling in OK. They tended to have lunch together … Continue reading Blooming at Dawn. 05
Sisi Joke Whenever people said things like “You can’t eat your cake and still have it” or “You can never continue to enjoy the sweet nectar of life without tasting the bitterness of the bitterleaf” she would laugh, show her milk coloured and well-set teeth and say “Those are clichés, and what is believed by … Continue reading Sisi Joke
Yewande Yewande My love I dream of the day I’d finally lay beside you And inside you Every minute i catch myself fantasizing about different ways to make you scream Oh you daughter of Eve Driving me crazy every eve The days i see you walk by is a feat With your swinging … Continue reading Yewande
Toronto – December 2015 Dolapo stood in front of the mirror in the beauty store critically assessing the sample short fringe wig she was trying on. “That looks good on you.” the store assistant next to her said.. “Yeah, I like it too.” “If you want to be adventurous, try it in color 33. The … Continue reading Blooming at Dawn 04
Toronto – November, 2015 “Hi Stacy” Dolapo greeted as she picked her call. “Hello Dolapo” Stacy’s pronunciation of her name sounded like Dolapoe instead of Dolakpor. ” My team & I have enjoyed getting to know you during the interviews and we would like to offer you the position” “That’s awesome! Thanks Stacy! It’s been my pleasure … Continue reading Blooming at Dawn 03
Michael ran his fingers through his foaming beards as if he was doing a head-count for his hairs. The spray tube sprinkled waves of gentle bubbles of warm water at his face… and indeed, the warm bath suited his mood and was exactly all he needed to seal his long day. His wife’s birthday was … Continue reading Every Man Has a Price.
Toronto, November 2015 “Your resume tells me that until a month ago, you lived in Nigeria. Is that correct?” Stacy, my interviewer asked with a curious expression on her face. “That is correct.” Dolapo responded with a smile. “So, what brings you to Toronto?” She asked. “Interesting question that.” Dolapo gave a small laugh. Even … Continue reading Blooming at Dawn 02