Amaka Nwafor was by all definition a disappointment to her parents. She refused to study medicine as she was instructed; squandered her allowance and worse of all got pregnant at just 19years of age, by a Yoruba boy no less. Oh yes, Amaka was the blackest of sheep and her parents never let her forget … Continue reading The Northern Prince Part 5
“Events management!” Tina answered excitedly to her mother’s question. Mrs. Adigwe’s mouth hung open, she couldn’t believe her ears. Her daughter is as confused as they come. ‘Tina, what exactly are you about? This is the fourth ‘bright idea’ you’ve had about a possible career. What exactly do you want to do with your life?” … Continue reading Mother, what will I be?
“Amen and Amen” chorused the Maitama family as they gathered to pray for the safety of their beloved James. A family of six with the eldest being Moses who incidentally is the Managing director of MIRAX. After the prayers Mrs Maitama took Moses outside for a walk. “Now that your father is not around you … Continue reading The Greater Pain (2)
The morning seeped in slowly through the curtains of the sky, it was one of those mornings that made liars out of clocks, you could check them for all you cared but the sky made them so. On the road was a mangled rat, certainly crushed by a car and more cars had run over … Continue reading Palm Sunday
“Edet hurry up” came the shout, I poked my head out the window to see who was calling me. “My friend, be fast or else we’ll leave you behind,” the impatient voice continued. “I’m coming” I shouted to Bimbo, fourteen years old and the leader of our small gang. It was nine in the morning … Continue reading The Hunt, The Hunted
Scriptures of street dreams flood the ether Innocent of how the world schemes, the Child entered The reality, a smoke filled weightlessness Flicking the butt, I watched the Man fall with it in helplessness It was never part of the truth, that He would join the linnets Where’s the seller of time? I need more … Continue reading Mourn de’ Man.
He took him to her and he held her hand He could feel the wedding ring in the pocket of his transparent agbada, fought conscience and took her in “Pay her in person,” whispers the pimp, after his own large share. — The night is bright and she strips in its light This stirs him … Continue reading Courtesan Of Nigeria
Walking like I would stumble any minute Yet I find that I could go on till eternity Where is the source? The strength? Who gave the order? Telling me to go this far? Assuring me that I could make it? Was it my heart, my head? Ascending the stairs I could see my chances before … Continue reading Second Chance
Titilayo splashed an egg on herself. She then went to the bathroom and recited the incantation the babalawo had given her to repeat, whilst the egg dried on her naked body. She didn’t speak to anyone that day. If the magic was to work, she must keep quiet and only speak to her ancestors. Titilayo … Continue reading Lonely Heart
“Just look what you’ve done, ‘Demola. This was supposed to be a simple stop over, so why have they detained me overnight?” Moyore’s voice was a low drawl, her calm expression utterly uncharacteristic of her reputation as a firebrand. She sighed, crossed and then uncrossed her legs in quick succession, keeping her gaze away from … Continue reading Growing Pains (Spasms)
Give words to these birds that my deeds do spread… Misery mourns for those heads held against this bet; Death is deaf… or maybe tilted to the left Life is a debt only paid with death But I will not lie in leaky boats that ask no token of my own Hades must be warned! … Continue reading Agbada Blues
Once upon a time, in the hidden realm of immortals, there was a spirit called Layif. He was fair and handsome in ways unknown to words, there was no being to be found who did not look to him with admiration and respect. Layif was also secretly loved by an angel, Dayath. Dayath had long … Continue reading The Secret of stars
After it happened, I think my spirit vacated my body. I could not move, I could not scream, I couldn’t even cry. I remained rooted to the spot, not believing that this had just happened to me. ME. I was good, kind and decent. I did not deserve this. More so, it happened in broad … Continue reading The Horror, the horror.
**************** Lagos, Nigeria **************** Dis work come be like say e go simple die, thought Pinto. His mind was already circling in on what he would do with his share of the goodies that was most definitely coming his way after this. He looked at the two men standing in front of and beside him. … Continue reading Okro’s Spark Part 03