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Mango Juice-The tournament

Mango Juice-The tournament

“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

The Q-Corner: The Power of Conji

  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

Addicted to The Feeling

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

The Life and Times of Two Flared Nostrils: Part 2

  “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

The Life and Times of Two Flared Nostrils: Part 1

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

In The Beginning – Part 1/3

In The Beginning – Part 1/3

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

Tunde and Seun…Remi and Toyin(6)

Tunde and Seun…Remi and Toyin(6)

“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)

Ramblings of an Insomniac (3) TO HIT A WOMAN

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