Please skip the FLYLEAF, and read the main story. One DARK NEW DAY in the middle of BLUE OCTOBER, after my dinner of LIMP BIZKITs and some RED HOT CHILLI PEPPERS, I put on my Read More
Jun 192013
Funny
Jun 192013
Like a story without a name Like a player without a game Like a bright sky without a hue I am missing you. Like Hail Mary lacking the grace Like a turtle winning a race Read More
Jun 172013
“Hehehe, hahaha” the sound of their laughters. Young stupid men. They irritated me like the smelly toilet of the face-me-i-face-you apartment I stayed. Did I just say apartment? I meant barrack; that’s more like it. Read More
Jun 142013
You know you have arrived in Abuja by the slack in activities and movement. The place is calm and laid back, at peace with itself. Hausa is in the air, subliminally present; one can almost Read More
Jun 142013
A suicide note means a lot, it is possibly the last message you would receive from a dead person, but sometimes you wonder if you really want to know, I have thought about a suicide Read More
Jun 122013
Rumbling thunder and pealing lightning killed hope of sleep for Prisca. She’d been awake, tossing in bed for the past two hours. It wasn’t raining outside. The lightning and thunder was the start of Peter Read More
Jun 122013
MAN-EARTH Would men survive without women; How would they have lived on earth Without them by whom they’re men? Would men survive, without women? How would the phallus sow its semen? Should it chase anuses, Read More
Jun 062013
She had been staring at me, I knew this because each time i looked , she would duck behind the HINTS magazine, it was like a game of peekaboo, only that this time we both Read More
Jun 052013
I think memories are one of the coolest things God has blessed us with, because it’s super-cool that after a long time or not so long…whatever/whichever…we can vividly recall something that happened and it would Read More
Jun 032013
“I slept with someone I should never have.” Prisca had brought up the issue, then avoided it like the plague, avoiding too my direct questions about it, until I stopped pushing and waited for her Read More
May 312013
Saka saw the reflection of Jonbul’s head in the mirror and he knew something will happen to that head. Something good or bad, beautiful or ugly, nasty or funny, shameful or disgusting, he didn’t have Read More
May 302013
I was just preparing to go to the market when I got the call. The voice had a delirious thrill like that of a man on the verge of delivering exciting news. But I could Read More
May 292013
The cold wind whipped through my hair. I pulled my cloak closer, trudging on, tired. The moon stared down at me, flanked on all sides by twinkling stars. I wondered why the Governor had decided Read More
May 282013
I refused the urge to jump into any counselling session with Prisca even after unbelievably agreeing to let her into my office. There was something about her case that spelled danger and I would be Read More
May 242013
THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF MR.TREE GREEN I, Tree Green, an adult residing at 5 Writers’ Lane, New Naija, New Naija, being of sound mind, declare this to be my Last Will and Testament. Read More
May 222013
Where I come from, na tori we dey take sleep and na tori, we dey take wake. As Africans, na our trademark be that. Tori, tori and more tori, we just like tori. Tori sef Read More
May 222013
This is the story of how we almost lost our virginities, Dare’s and me’s: Yes, Dare and me, again—we had moved back to their house; Mum and Dare’s mum had made up and were now Read More
May 212013
Approvingly quiescent, Bamza sat next to the large garbage bin. “At last,” he sighed, he was finally in perfect melancholy. This was the only place in the circus that was without laughter or forced delirium. Read More
May 202013
I said those words again two mornings later—to another woman. Her visit early in the morning as I left my squat bungalow was unexpected. She didn’t seem to be a student. Her tap on my Read More
May 172013
Nothing I couldn’t handle! That was my huge mistake. If I’d known what events would unfold after that afternoon, I’d never have uttered those fateful words. In doing that, I broke Murphy’s Law and dared Read More