With a mixed accent of Caribbean and British origins, Dr. Brighton peered from behind his saggy glasses and asked, “Why’re you here?” Sunday sniffed at the air, wondering the same thing. He also wondered where the whiff of Jamaican beef patty was coming from. He made a mental note to himself to get one … Continue reading A Naija, an Akata, and a Mother-in-Law: Tory Don Get K-Leg.
Kim stopped advancing towards Mmayen, but kept both of her hands on the gun and her eyes on Mmayen. Kim sighed deeply, and then slowly stretched out her left hand to accept Sunday’s cell phone. Sunday stood frozen in place like a figure at the Wax Museum. He held out his hands as if poised … Continue reading A Naija, An Akata, and A Mother-in-Law 4: Who wears the sokoto in this house?
“Ouch!” Sunday flung the charred pot away and gripped his right wrist reflexively. The smoking pot slammed against the refrigerator, bounced about aimlessly, and then settled awkwardly at a corner on the checker board ceramic floor of the kitchen. Sunday fanned his face, in a bid to shoo away the ashy smell of the … Continue reading A Naija, an Akata, and a Mother-in-Law 3: Today Na Today!
“Stop her!” “Who is this?” Uncle Ebong’s deep baritone boomed on the other end of the phone line. “Sunday.” Uncle Ebong paused. “Are you all right?” “Is Mmayen there?” “She just left with the car. Is anything wrong?” Sunday depressed the red button on the phone, cutting off the conversation. He leaned against the kitchen … Continue reading A Naija, an Akata, and a Mother-in-Law: Which Side You Dey?
The up-and-down movement of the knife in Kim Afia’s grip kept up with Earl Klugh’s guitar licks as the knife sliced the red carrot into bits. Kim swayed gently to the music, at once dancing with an imaginary partner, and then chopping up the carrot stick without losing a beat. Sunday Afia, wearing a business … Continue reading A Naija, an Akata, and a Mother-in-Law: E Don Shele