We are standing here in silence as she barks at us: ‘Can’t you hear me? Who took the…?’ I wonder who will do such a thing, though I do it once in a while. But in this case I am not the one, and I sure can’t be the one. It’s impossible for me to … Continue reading Who?
For the first Episode, click here “So did you ask her?” Ij asked as soon as I jumped down from the car. From the little beads on her face, I could tell that she had been running to beat me to school this morning. We had had a bet about it and somehow I had overslept … Continue reading The Little Storyteller 2
The first time I made a lemonade was in a jar full of slump biscuits. I crunched them with the taste of a cranberry and it soaked into my soul of parched land which has nothing to do with the rain being nice or a distant cousin. I rode down that line in my 2000s … Continue reading We know life gives a lemon
A non-fiction submission. THAT DAY Growing up was serious business. Our tiny three bedroom apartment wasn’t large enough to contain the world created by four curious children, their overbearing father and their often hysterical mother. Every available space was crammed with junk; Mother was loath to part with broken chairs, faulty electronic appliances, old books … Continue reading That Day.
I have heard about the stars that encircle around a … Continue reading Caught
Those lengthy walks on shady roads were short ‘Cos mama always carried me on her back. And all thoughts of my dirty cloths and uniform I abort ‘Cos sisters would wash them in bulk. Play was good, even in dirty places; houses made of sand ‘Cos mama offered a hot bath at day end. … Continue reading Reminiscence Of An Ex-child
In the late 70s and mid-80s, it was wonderful to be a kid in Northern Nigeria. We had a pleasant childhood. You know all those adventures you read and day dreamed about? We had them all. Now, if all the adventures you read about were all Enid Blyton, flying broomsticks and brooks and meadows and … Continue reading Child Story (1)
Childhood was a great time for me. Getting exposed to new things everyday was part of the things that made it exciting. All that time, there was a lot of mystery surrounding the grown ups. This mystery was supported by the fact that we absolutely believed they knew everything. Wherever it was that I learnt … Continue reading Memories
The clock strikes The girls bite Pinch and tease Leaving their trademarks Drama queens In need of attention Like always, I run I run past them Girls that bite Some I dance with A few I touch The ring of the bell, Then, it’s all over again
This is a collaboration between myself and queenzayta. I hope you all enjoy it.. **** As girls, we dreamed of what we wanted to be. Now, we’re grown and big,.. But is this what we dreamed? @dr2103- I saw it all, The cheer and fame, I saw it wrong, In my mind’s face.. The glamour, … Continue reading “Of Lost friendship, and Flickering dreams”
A childhood memory of Christmas. It starts with the sun: the large red disc that appears at dusk up behind the houses and right atop the Fadama. The sun and then the smells: the scent of dust and bush fires and finally the aroma of fried meat and frying tomatoes. The sun assumed that colour … Continue reading And Christmas died in Minna
Do you remember how some 10 years ago in your life, you- young, healthy, boisterous, full of hope, love and belief- saw yourself today as a chartered accountant, or a practicing lawyer, or a pilot, an engineer? How sweet! I remember! I particularly remember how during one of my primary school classes, my teacher asked … Continue reading Musings of a once innocent child
From the depths of her being There gushes a mighty river From a source well hidden within the crucible of her spirituality. She a giver; Created just like the one who touts a ‘third leg’ The lot fell to her to become the ferryman of the little extra required to spawn champions. Her … Continue reading The Blessings of Maami
August 14, 2012 7.35am There was a time… A long, almost forgotten time When we would lie in the shade beside the muddy pool Sleeping and basking in the sunset cool That was when life was fun When the day was lit by the sun When brothers didn’t march the streets in thirsty search Of … Continue reading There was a time….
When I was eight years old, I watched a movie titled Seven Ninja Kids, and my life changed. I was so enthralled by the feats of the Ninja kids that I decided to form my own elite group of Ninjas. I went on to recruit six of my friends into my own version of Seven … Continue reading Diary of a Nigerian Kid Ninja