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Missing the Bus by Tolu Daniel

  That was how you missed the bus; you had awoken earlier than the usual time and skipped your normal morning routines. Yet, you still missed the damned bus! Only three buses made the journey from Abeokuta to Abuja daily and you missed the last one and the only one that would get you to … Continue reading Missing the Bus by Tolu Daniel

Short Story: Our Love Is Our Revolution – 1

Short Story: Our Love Is Our Revolution – 1

The cold days, lively thoughts, turbulent minds, they all tell a story. I read once that a man who fights and runs away may live to fight another day. It was the case with me. I had been struggling within to write a short story. What genre should I write? I thought. It was then … Continue reading Short Story: Our Love Is Our Revolution – 1

The Last Komole: Final Part

DJ Blaze must have been reading my mind, for all of a sudden, while we were all alingo-ing, etighi-ing and azonto-ing to P-Square’s Alingo, he suddenly switched the music. “Bobo no go die, unless to ba d’arugbo! Bobo, Bobo, Bobo, Bobo, Bobo no go die unless to ba d’arugbo!” Our reaction to King Wasiu Ayinde Marshall … Continue reading The Last Komole: Final Part

The Last Komole: Part 2

On getting to the Red Flame, we got a rude surprise: the place was boarded up.  A few of the regular patrons who had also not received the memo, stopped by and we all learnt the news from a nearby Chinese restaurant:  the owners of the club had been evicted for conducting criminal activities on … Continue reading The Last Komole: Part 2

The Last Komole: Part 1

  The twitching started early in the week.  Monday, to be precise.  The same right toe twitching that was my body’s way of warning me that something bad was going to happen.  Typically, these premonitions triggered a series of events that eventually culminated in that thing that I was warned about. The first time I experienced this … Continue reading The Last Komole: Part 1

Upon Seeing An Ishan Maiden Dance

Upon Seeing An Ishan Maiden Dance

…the beads on her waist as if dumb, dare not pine of the turbulence! The dancing rigors; numinous ambience of …an ancestral rebirth. Voices; chants of spiritual codes rife in this air drunk and dangerous in communal ecstasy… Segie! Segie! The needle doesn’t pound yam! The gods were here to cheer; beautiful feet of a beautiful … Continue reading Upon Seeing An Ishan Maiden Dance