Turai Allah buttered my bread. I was married off to Ayuba Khalifah, the son of the commercial trader Alhaji Jibril Khalifah and his third wife, Alhaja Atikah Khalifah. I was very excited about marrying him because all my friends had been married off before me. I didn’t attend the university because my father did not … Continue reading Am I one of them?
…But got something else. Looking at your severely cracked full-length mirror situated adjacent your iroko-strong but old door of your equally severely tattered one-room apartment, standing as naked as your shattered soul, made you reflect upon your life. Two days ago, you came back from a failed job interview. The day before that, you were … Continue reading You wanted meaningless sex…
…All the way home, Boye felt like asking his mother what the deal with the Bibilaris was but he decided against it. He would not be in a hurry. She would definitely bring it up in good time and he would be ready for her then. Right now, a damsel was waiting for him in … Continue reading Against All Odds (2)
Poetry is a form of literary art in which language is used for its aesthetic and evocative qualities in addition to, or in lieu of, its apparent meaning. Poetry may be written independently, as discrete poems, or may occur in conjunction with other arts, as in poetic drama, hymns, lyrics, or prose poetry. Poetry is … Continue reading Poetry
… An African Literary Award Dear Naija Writers: It is our pleasure to announce the Baobab Prize, an annual international literary award established to encourage the writing of African literature for young readers. The Baobab Prize annually invites entries of unpublished African short stories written for audiences either 8-11 years or 12-15 years. This year … Continue reading The Baobab Prize
If you want to make a new post, which could be a story, a poem, an article or a musing, do the following: 1. Click on the ‘Dashboard’ item in the grey menu bar, then click on ‘New Post’ (see picture below): * * This will take you to the ‘New Post’ page. * * … Continue reading Adding a new post
Years ago when I met youI was thinking all about meMonths apart you showed meWhy it has to be about usI still did not comprehendyou were willing to apprehendMy human self felt limitedYour spirit made me rooted Years ago as I moved onI was thinking how I got hereMoments apart you told meI was here … Continue reading Years Ago
My dear independent country is fifty. In its golden jubilee, this is the time to clink glasses and wear smiles for the photograph. I expected a large carnival with sequined kaftans and vivid display of our cultural heritage. I needed to be overfed with stories of green technology, flawless power supply, countless modular refineries, rapid … Continue reading My First Night
…Gbemi visited the Bensons during the week as Boye suggested. He went to pick her up at home and once she got into their compound, the disparity between their worlds hit her again. Their house was really beautiful; she had not been to any like it before considering she did not have any other friends … Continue reading Against All Odds (3)
It’s now well past midnight. Ayo can still see Jare scowling at her across the room, with a sneer that belies his chiselled masculine features. She tries to shut out Jare’s face from her mind’s eye and snuggles up to Wale on the dancing floor. Ayo is starting to lose herself in the engrossing lyrics … Continue reading Darkness At Dawn
It was at midnight when the contractions began. At first they were mild, and 30 minutes apart…I would just wake up to some twinges in my belly…at first I thought Sondra(my unborn child) was just acting up again since I had had two false ‘labours’ already…so I paid no attention to her. At four a.m … Continue reading Story Of My Life
Oh gracious mother of watersbeautiful woman has comequeen of joy pleasing to thy kingOh green eyed silent beautyVoice as sweet as a kind heartEye brows as straight as an arrowOh great mediator of divineFingers coated with melted goldShaped with a swan like neckOh princess among many othersResolute cheeks steady as gazeGleaming hair with black locks … Continue reading OSHUN : African Beauty
Chapter 1 and 2 of 8 I was twelve years old when I encountered the raiders from the northlands. It was a late sunrise and the thin sliver of a last trimester moon still bejewelled the ash-grey sky. The last of the morning cockcrow had echoed across our bowl shaped valley, calling late risers to … Continue reading The Valley Between The Hills,
A song of people passing by To and fro all the day Each with a head of worry Save the little innocents making merry. Ah!Here comes the old haggard caricature Muttering incantations ancient,invoking deities ancient. Leaving behind a trail of her wooden companion. They say she was once magnificent; When God and man ruled nature. … Continue reading A Song of People Passing by.
I cannot recall where I was when the news reached me, but I vividly recall running off with great haste towards the house at the village outskirts, swiftly overtaking others who on account of age could not hope to match my speed. Pursued by haste I stopped not to reflect on the moment. It was … Continue reading A question of reason