We were having breakfast, my girlfriend and I. It was one of her occasional weekends off from work and she’d visited. And honestly I was loving it, I couldn’t complain; a meal of crisp toasts Read More
May 112013
Africa
May 092013
The third serialization of my booklet on the Nigerian conflict between 1966-1970.
May 082013
She came in a duffel coat To the mill of words Bearing a beautiful heart On a beautiful day, nay a Beauty to behold. The soul, a plethora of Riches like that ancient Queen of Read More
May 012013
Please read the first part to follow the story. Na Fela take am sing say: Omi Olota o Water e nor get enemy But some people think say na Indian hemp dey inspire that man Read More
Apr 262013
I wasn’t at the hospital on the day you were born. There is no real story behind it. I was at the joint drinking. That’s where my father was when I was born and where Read More
Apr 222013
The second part of my serialization on the Nigerian conflict between 1966-1970.
Apr 212013
We dey suffer for water,no be small, we dey suffer. Government say dem don provide water, dem call am pipe borne water, but water we nor see, pipe we nor see, talk less borne. Na Read More
Apr 202013
It all started one beautiful Evening, I was on my way back from work the day is still as real as ever in my heart. That evening will be one I will never forget. ……………….. Read More
Apr 112013
The accolade usually given to male child in Obodo-Akiri overwhelmed Nwatiti with jealousy and she swore to stand out come what may in any competition between her and any boy of her age group. Read More
Mar 012013
TIME IN A BOTTLE – ILERIOLUWA (SENGA) I did time once Yeah, I did time in a bottle Locked up in the green ones And the keys thrown down the bottom Flaming stream coursing through Read More
Feb 202013
My Father once told me a story about a herbalist that had a spare parts shop in the middle of the market square, shadowed underneath the big Iroko tree. In the crime ridden Nkwo market, Read More
Feb 102013
We moved to Canada and though I cried with my friends and kissed Pete, promising to try and keep the relationship going. I was secretly relieved. I was determined to start afresh. I was 18 Read More
Feb 082013
“You’re crazy.” I randomly blurted out to him in the silence of the night. We were lying on a mat in front of the Bungalow we had rented for our little get away. My Read More
Feb 062013
Our relationship became more advanced after that. We now began to touch each other more and soon our shirts were coming off. We hardly ever cuddled and watched TV anymore without it quickly turning into Read More
Feb 032013
Fast forward to five years when I turned 15. I was living in Aberdeen with my family. I had cut my hair when I turned 12 so now it was short and I was officially Read More
Jan 232013
At first glance I look like a kid. Most people say I look like I have just ended puberty and begun my adolescence. I smile. In a way this is right. I’d say I have just Read More
Dec 122012
I long for sunny days Where the hibiscus and the dongoyaro And the elephant grass, is hued, a golden yellow. Where the little boys with starry eyes And runny noses and broken lips With Read More
Dec 092012
That day was the second of November 2012. Ayodele Olofintuade had put up on Facebook an invitation to a reception for Rotimi Babatunde, 2012 Caine Prize winner, at Drapers Hall, Institute of African Studies, University Read More
Nov 292012
The desert-faring easterly Swept the invading Arabian horde Into Nubian climes And for the price of jasmine and spice A harem was exchanged Indigenous gods were ousted Traded for the deity Of a foreign land Read More
Nov 062012
Nkechi gazed at the paper in her hands with a mixture of joy and trepidation. For ages she had waited to see these words. It was exhilarating and yet terrifying. Two days after she missed Read More