I promised a piece written for the ladies on how to treat their spouse. Well, here it is. These are some of my personal secrets I hope to carry out someday. Women have this wrong Read More
May 182013
Romance
May 182013
From last week, “With or without my assent, I had just become an official property of the Nigerian government, and I would need the help of God.” The morning was fairly routine and identical to 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
May 142013
Jemima chose the place and seats, placed our orders, paid for the food—with my money, of course—and returned bearing a tray of loot. Typical fare: rice and drumsticks. They only varied in colouring and garnishing. Read More
May 102013
Without your words, Your palms are claws Tracing a path of pain On my tense skin, Without a sound, I am unsure If this is heartfelt, Or mere couplings, Occasioned by excesses Of fluid, In Read More
May 092013
“Get out of the car! Abi you no dey hear word?” the shorter of the gun totting men, shouted at us. Our car had stopped by now although the engine was still running. Then Uncle Read More
May 082013
Sheba sighed as she spread herself on the chaise longue. She was bored and she hated it. She had always loved drama in her life but since she had married Uri, she had lived a Read More
May 072013
Silence. That was my first reaction, if that could be called any reaction—and it was so thick you would need a knife to cut through it. You could hear pins dropping. I could hear my Read More
May 062013
STONES FOR LOVE. By Ter Injo Lawr. Aisha could not have picked a better time to go out, her mother had just left for a wedding ceremony in town and her father had traveled some Read More
May 062013
Tonye gave him a look knowing what he had in mind; he returned her look daring her to say something. “Someone who’s too tired out to get his own dinner has the strength to lock Read More
Apr 302013
Anyone looking at the woman in the dock would immediately know that she was oblivious of what was going on around her. She stared blankly at the wall. Her name was Nana Clifford, a Nigerian Read More
Apr 292013
I was torn between picking the call and ignoring it. I looked at the phone for some seconds and like a person entranced, I shifted my gaze to Uncle Emmanuel who was now staring at Read More
Apr 292013
“Wow mom, these jewelleries are the bomb. You have got to give me something out of all these; I’ll take one of these necklaces oh!” Tonye threatened her mother and grabbed one of the gold Read More
Apr 282013
Walking up from the field, the illustrious Mammy Market was set in a small, uppermost north-east corner of the camp. It had little less than one score canopies spread out in all directions, including centre. Read More
Apr 252013
“It’s not her.” I whispered. I heaved a huge sigh of relief. “What do you mean, sir?” The nurse asked. “There’s been a mistake. This is not the Florence we know.” Femi said, barely supressing Read More
Apr 252013
Up to the waist, she was one word—stunning. Perfectly manicured toes varnished in blood-red nail polish lay among coloured straps of leather that approximated as shoes. Her ankles rode into long, slender ebony legs that Read More
Apr 252013
“Who the son sets free is free indeed!” Pastor Doen’s eyes flashed with the fervor of his message. “This means when Jesus frees you, no past, no emotional injury or rejection can limit you…” Loud Read More
Apr 242013
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……soaking up the sun, I was lounging in front of the beach in Bora Bora. Gosh, this place is so beautiful – paradise on earth. The stretch of never ending clear blue-green sea, enclosed by Read More
Apr 222013
I couldn’t believe my ears. Flores couldn’t be dead. Not young, bubbling Flores, the woman I had befriended for eight years. It was a hard fact to swallow. The doctor was still rambling on about Read More
Apr 202013
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So there I was, with three boys. I was feeling too funky with myself even though they weren’t asking me out or anything. I’m not one of those people who love attention but I was Read More