Whenever Peter and his wife pass We people on the street admired them. They were typical of ideal marriage case; Happy and glamorous all the time.We were at the church when they said “I do” For what they did long ago They would have said “I did” Then they kissed and beamed with smiles. Yes … Continue reading Peter & His Wife
“Hmnnnn, I see,” said the shrink nodding her head. “So you get along well with men, why are you afraid to get married then? you could talk about your concerns with your fiancée you know” “of course talking is a good thing” Adaeze continued “that’s why I’m paying so much to talk to you” she … Continue reading Mango Juice-The tournament
I shut my puffy eyes in solitude, away from the unsightly compound overgrown with weeds, as the only word I know to attribute to Onosakponome swims about in my head. Bitterleaf. “Onosakponome…my Bitterleaf!” I feel throbbing spasm inside my taut belly that makes me groan. I know they have nothing more to do with pregnancy, … Continue reading Bitterleaf
When I was younger, I used to hear people complain about how conji wanted to kill them. Then, I used to find it extremely funny, so I would laugh and laugh until tears came out from my eyes, because even though I couldn’t quite understand what ‘having conji” meant, the word was just jocose but … Continue reading The Q-Corner: The Power of Conji
She asked for more. Adele couldn’t get enough. Was Bayo’s soft lips that were running kisses down the sides of her neck that she needed more, or her other drug which she stared at with anticipation? Giggling, she lightly pushed Bayo off her body. Bayo wanted to resist, but the look in his lovers eyes … Continue reading Addicted to The Feeling
Leave it all and walk away[1] I will, vainly, in the wind sway Not free, not looking on from yesterday: It’s the pain residing in your heart, Which was absent at the start But by my savage hurt grew in it Must you be freed from. Leave it all and walk away Take my … Continue reading Walk Away
The blood is still warm in my mouth. The taste is so overpowering that it makes me want to vomit. The room reeks of regret; the blood splattering’s on the wall, the broken lampshade on the ground, the stained bed sheets tossed onto one side of the bed. How is this possible? How could I … Continue reading Daddy Dearest
“Are you trying to burn my tongue?” she would ask. Any attempt to reply would earn him another slap. If he did not apply enough pressure while giving her a foot rub, wham! A slap would land on his face. Or back. The slaps came without any warning and were delivered according to a … Continue reading The Life and Times of Two Flared Nostrils: Part 2
There was only one thing standing between Mr. Gbadegesin and the door: a table. It was one of those low-lying wooden coffee tables that had come from someone else’s house and now housed old newspapers in the sitting room. But, Mr. Gbadegesin was not interested in the news that afternoon. His plan was to escape … Continue reading The Life and Times of Two Flared Nostrils: Part 1
It was a fall afternoon, October 1989 to be specific. I was in Maiduguri, Borno State, Nigeria, when I shared a taxi with my secondary school Home Economics/Food & Nutrition teacher. That is where my story starts. Within five short months I was married to her brother in London, England. We boarded the taxi from … Continue reading In The Beginning – Part 1/3
Seun pulled the zip of the bag shut and took a final glance around the room. It was spotless; nothing out of place just the way Tunde like it. She hadn’t been able to resist tiding up after packing. She sighed. Old habits die hard. She picked the bag and headed towards the door. But … Continue reading Tunde and Seun…Remi and Toyin -the conclusion
“Mama… please tell me this is just a story.” Seun said. She wiped her face. She hadn’t realised that she was crying. It couldn’t be real, it just couldn’t. “It is not a story.” The old lady smiled at her sadly. “Till this day Toyin has never walked again.” “Oh my God…” The last years … Continue reading Tunde and Seun…Remi and Toyin(6)
Hi all! Sorry for the break in transmission on this. If you are new to this story you would have to start from episode one to follow. Toyin dragged herself through the mess she had made to the guest bathroom. The journey took an agonising five minutes because she couldn’t stand up. She closed the … Continue reading Tunde and Seun… Remi and Toyin(5)
I was awake some nights ago and very pissed. The anger was not the fault of my insomnia; my malady could never get me that angry. This particular anger was of that painful quality that only a woman can cause. Getting pissed at a woman is so frustrating because there is little a man can … Continue reading Ramblings of an Insomniac (3) TO HIT A WOMAN
<- Back to part 3 I tried to be calm but that night was very long. So many thoughts came rushing through my mind, ‘What if I had just poured fuel on a wild fire?’ ‘What if I had just made matters worse?’ ‘What would my mother do?’ I knew the answer to the last … Continue reading Whisperers Part 4 of 4