THE STORY IN MY HEAD (The Man Sitting In Your Front) He’s not a human being – No, he is less of that He might’ve been the one through whose sperm I permeated into my mother’s vagina But would you believe me if I told you that he deflowered his product? And tags it a … Continue reading The Story In My Head (THE MAN SITTING IN YOUR FRONT)
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
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
Amaka was the prettiest girl in my class while in primary two. She was loved by everyone including teachers and students alike. Everyone wanted to be her friend and I wasn’t an exception. I used to pray for the day she would borrow sharpener from me so that I could have the opportunity to talk … Continue reading The Poor Hero
For a moment, the class fell silent. Amaka fidgeted on her seat and wondered if she should answer or not. “Sir, she’s here,” someone from the back seat shouted and Amaka turned. It was the same girl who had been on the first day of resumption. She was staring at her with a sneer on … Continue reading Archibald Memorial Secondary School – Part Two
Each time I look into Tunde, my baby’s eyes, it’s always as if I should pluck them out and smash them on the floor – I see Salem through them. Another way Salem appears again is during sexual intercourse, an undying paranoid. Selem is nothing but a living pain: The pain you can see, touch, … Continue reading Mirror Of Sorrow
After everything she had been through in her young life, she couldn’t believe this was where she was to end up, rotting away from a disease contracted from her father. She guessed it was fitting though; her sin had prevented her from living a full life so why prolong the inevitable. She had shut … Continue reading Forever 2
It was September again. It was drizzling again. Students were back again. Teachers were frustrated again. It was resumption day. The time was past two pm, barely seven hours into the start of a new academic year and teachers were already fed up by the presence of their students and their parents. Students could be … Continue reading Archibald Memorial Secondary School
She gave the tarred road some acrimonious punches in vengeance for drinking the precious blood of her only child. She yelled simultaneously on the earless road as if it could hear her and apologize for its action. Group of concerned folks of different ages who had heard the tragedy that befell her mobbed her. Three … Continue reading Cry Of Death (C)
Alewa rummaged through her purse for her car keys at the parking lot. She remembered dropping them in earlier when she got to the doctor’s office. She searched and searched as silent tears trickled down her face. She couldn’t believe this was where everything led to, she couldn’t accept this would be her punishment, … Continue reading Forever 1
(Continuation.) Like many African mothers, Obianuju whose name changed to Mama Nneka, was very happy when her child, her world, Nneka decided to stay. She began to walk like many proud African mothers with her head held high and brimming in confidence that came with when one had a child or had his or her … Continue reading Cry Of Death (B)
“Nnamdi… Nnamdi! Come and see o.” Chika, a sturdily built young man called. Nnamdi walked out from where he sat with a group of friends to where Chika stood. He was obviously taller than Chika. Nnamdi’s body shook as he saw what was beyond his innocent eyes. “Obi, Friday, Akpan abeg make una come o”. … Continue reading Cry Of Death (A)
I don’t know why I agreed to go on such a stupid expedition in the first place. Perhaps, it was because I wanted to impress Kiki. Or because I was simply broke and badly in need of cash. However, whatever it was, I was sorely regretting my decision at the moment. It all began on … Continue reading The Revelation
I have always known victor to be a bad boy. Mama had always told me to avoid him and said “bad association spoils useful habit”. But I came to trust Victor right from the day he saved me from the opened claws of Senior Bob Satan. Victor seemed to have a way out of every … Continue reading Bob Satan
Up NEPA!!!!!! A tiny voice shouted from the next door and I sprang up immediately from the where I lay with a burst of energy. You know that rush of happiness that courses through you anytime that phrase comes alive, bearing in mind the many pleasures it holds. The excitement from it quickly activated my … Continue reading Malt and Milk