Category Archives: Fiction

Not What It Used To Be (Part Two)

(Continuation) “Yes.” Chibuike continued. “He died because there was no money to pay for what Mazi Ogbulafor said our mother should buy. Father, when asked to bring money, recited his usual slogan, no money. Mother sold all her goods when her husband wouldn’t turn up only for daddy to take the money where mother kept … Continue reading Not What It Used To Be (Part Two)

Sounds Of Silence

SOUNDS OF SILENCE NOT RAPE So she turned your request down And your talk was “You shall see” thus a plot was laid, by you and your accomplice to do the devil’s bid, rape the innocent lady who is supposedly arrogant for not replying you when you beckoned on her “heyz, fine girl” She was … Continue reading Sounds Of Silence

Heaven Is A Mind State

‘Heaven is a mind state, I have been there a couple of times’ Jide mumbled under his breath. “Stay with me bro!” I looked into the rare mirror; he is sprawled on the back sit counting imaginary stars. “If you are seeing Jesus at the moment bro, tell him not to open the gates of heaven yet,” I laughed at my own joke. Jide on the other hand is too busy with Visiting … Continue reading Heaven Is A Mind State

I Hear You Give Good Advice

It’s quite easy to forget the days of humble beginnings when one finally gets that big break always dreamt of. At least I know that’s what happened to me. It was as though every time my fans cheered “Mariah Ike!” a part of my painful past got chipped off and I felt lighter. The new … Continue reading I Hear You Give Good Advice

Eki: The Prince’s Bride

Along the river road The three young girls walked single file along the path that led to their village, Igodi. They were returning from the river, where they had gone to fetch water for their mothers. Placed on their heads were clay pots of different sizes with Edafe, who was at the rear of the … Continue reading Eki: The Prince’s Bride

Dead Lions Don’t Roar.

“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.

I Killed Him

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