He pulled the strands of his white beard, one after the other. His eyes, blood-red. He lips moved but no sound came forth to break the deafening silence that saturated the vicinity. Many thoughts ran through his mind. “Tufiakwa! My name will not be humiliated. Never! Not even in my grave.” He spat to the … Continue reading The Shameful Knot
It was August and we just moved into the neighborhood. I began making new friends in no time, my dad also registered me into a tutorial class in preparation for the next year’s WASSCE examination which I couldn’t register for as we needed a lot of money to enable us relocate to our new environment. … Continue reading Destined Path 1
The day was very hot, and everything shone with the brilliance of the Sun, it was the kind of day which you made you wish that you had a car, Okoli was walking down Brown’s Street on his way to the bank to make a deposit, he had opened a bank account six months earlier … Continue reading Delayed Restoration
My doctor said that I was dying slowly. The words kept on ringing in my head. That day I had gone to his office was a Monday morning. He was sitting behind his smooth mahogany table with piles of books to the left and right of the table and a space at the centre … Continue reading Sticks Of Cigarette
Life, they say is a tale but oftentimes people forget it’s distorted. Smoking thwarted his destiny, it misled my brother, Segun.Jeffa was Segun’s best friend. They knew each other since secondary school. He was studying petroleum engineering but everything ended suddenly. Their first year in uni. was great. They were zealous and ambitious. They … Continue reading Smoke Until You Are Six Feet Under!
Dear mom, i said a prayer for you to thank the lord above for blessing me with a lifetime of your tender hearted love. Before I was born you kept me in love,i know 6935 days are never enough to show you how much I appreciate you,I can not give you costly gifts and i’ve told … Continue reading The Procreator
You don’t have to cry. I know how it feels. You are wondering why you didn’t get admission into the university and this is your third time writing the exam but still, till no prevail, cheer up! Before you think about all the negatives life has to offer you and attempt to commit suicide because … Continue reading The Irony of life
All parents damage their children.it cannot be helped.children smuldgep,others crack ,a few others shatter childhood completely into pieces beyond repair. The influence our parent have on us is inescapable.They may fall short of the parent we hoped for making us disapointed. Some parents are selfish.they focus on their own desires that they turn their children … Continue reading Parents Who Hurt Their Children
It’s quite easy to stereotype. It eases up the responsibility of explaining. Stating without variations is often much easier than describing exceptions and the whys that follow. Stereotypes do not give room for explanations too. They are cut-in-stone conclusions. The indelible absence of buts design them. All aspects of sexuality has been stereotyped in Nigeria. … Continue reading Revisiting Anti-Gay laws
Early morning the next day, some policemen stormed auntie Kate’s house, demanding her presence at the State Criminal Investigation Department. She couldn’t believe her eyes, and never expected them – she would have preplanned before their arrival. But nothing could be done; she asked them innocently; ‘Officers, please can I make a call?’ ‘Madam we … Continue reading WHITE TOILET And baby – Stella (Part 2)
‘Oh my God! Auntie Kate is home. What am I to do now’? Stella just broke a ceramics plate before she heard the sound of her aunt’s car approaching the compound. Her heart would always skip whenever auntie Kate was around. And the broken plate was going to rouse her aunt to give her some … Continue reading WHITE TOILET – And baby Stella (Part 1)
“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
FOREWORD The writer, Agbajecity, admits that this is the longest panegyrics he has ever made. He wrote it on his elder brother’s birthday who is an eminent lawyer and at the same time a challenge and role model to the body of young legal practitioners and a YOUNG ACHIEVER that spurs others put in their … Continue reading Barrister M.F Bakare, My Success-Laden Elder Brother: By Agbaje Ayomide.
I grew up in a large five bedroom bungalow, the compound was not fenced, there was a perimeter fence for the whole barracks with soldiers guarding the gates and on patrol 24 hours a day. The men lived some distance away from the officers within the same barracks sometimes called Base. The barracks was 20 … Continue reading Mango Juice – Part 1
(You have to read this to the end) I was involved in a fictitious-isle one day. There, I asked a kid of 9 years, ‘What are your plans for your parents when you grow up’? Guess what her reply was. She replied; ‘I am my parents’ investment’. Do you know what that means? It’s not … Continue reading ‘I Am My Parents’ Investment’