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HAPPY HOLS! (Episode Three)

  Photo credit: horrorland (silent night) Both girls sat with glum expressions on their faces; the note lay on the table with the TV remote placed on it to keep it from moving. As much as Judy wanted to say, “I told you so”, she could not bring herself to. The victorious feeling she had … Continue reading HAPPY HOLS! (Episode Three)

HAPPY HOLS! (Episode Two)

Photo credit: horror land (silent night) “I said I’m coming, do you want to break down the door?” Judy queried angrily in a loud voice as she made for the front door completely aware it was neither her mother nor her father; it was just 3:15pm. She made a rough guess that it would be … Continue reading HAPPY HOLS! (Episode Two)

HAPPY HOLS! (Episode One)  

Photo credit: horrorland (silent night) “Happy hols!” the deep gruff voice of the big-bellied principal echoed from the large speakers as the school children gleefully and clumsily made their way to the school bus with so much speed as though a second wasted would leave them trapped in school for eternity. “One at a time”, … Continue reading HAPPY HOLS! (Episode One)  

Little Timi (The Story In My Head)

Aunty Ronke smiled to herself, an explicit urge in her,  a certain kind of feeling,  dangerous. Not really common but not rare either. A burning thirst yelling to be quenched, she walked slowly towards her room,  as she unveiled the laced cotton her beyond, somewhat dangerous, silence filled the room. Timi looked up, to find … Continue reading Little Timi (The Story In My Head)

The Story In My Head (THE MAN SITTING IN YOUR FRONT)

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)

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

Archibald Memorial Secondary School – Part Two

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

Archibald Memorial Secondary School

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