Fractured bliss The rain came early in April, the weather was cold (due to the rain) and questions about the previous night was hovering the air. The place was filled with people jostling for firsthand information. The police were everywhere searching for the best and possible report from anyone who was willing to give. … Continue reading The Fractured Bliss
With you went the colours in my life In your absence, all are a shade of grey The Cooling breeze now blisters The morning sun scorches and burns Only grey skies Too little light No more birds Only the crows Flowers are gone Weeds have sprung Tell tales of love strained But not undone Time … Continue reading Black And White
PROLOGUE 1996 It was dawn again. Maria stirred lazily on her bed as the alarm clock rang repeatedly… Annoyingly! She didn’t want to wake up now, she didn’t want to wake up tomorrow, she didn’t want to wake up forever. All she desired to do was stay in bed and bawl her eyes out. However, since her divorce, … Continue reading HAZE: The Prologue
Aunty Ronke smiled to herself, an explicit urge in her, a certain kind of feeling, dangerous. Not really common but not rare either. A burning thirst yelling to be quenched, she walked slowly towards her room, as she unveiled the laced cotton her beyond, somewhat dangerous, silence filled the room. Timi looked up, to find … Continue reading Little Timi (The Story In My Head)
Photo credit: canva Driving down the dusty road under the scorching November sun was not really a trip I had foreseen myself making. I wiped off the perspiration from my face for the umpteenth time and sighed tiredly still trying to understand how I had let my fiancée, Chisom, talk me into travelling to Enugu … Continue reading Speechless
THE STORY IN MY HEAD (The Man Sitting In Your Front) He’s not a human being – No, he is less of that He might’ve been the one through whose sperm I permeated into my mother’s vagina But would you believe me if I told you that he deflowered his product? And tags it a … Continue reading The Story In My Head (THE MAN SITTING IN YOUR FRONT)
Why should I hold it in? Is my heart an inn? Why should I not say when I have been hurt? Will you only learn the evil your shunning made me do when I become a member of the dreaded cults? Why can I not cry too? Why does my pains have to be kept … Continue reading Why Should I?
I look back on the memories we’ve had sometimes ago When life was free for every one of us, both young and old When hiding in dilapidated buildings wasn’t a survival technique And death was from nature, not a man-made epidemic When our young ones were free to go to school, grow up and become … Continue reading Remember Us This Way
Koko paced the courtyard in half circles, like a lion ready to pounce on its prey. The west wind blew fiercely, carrying traces of salt and ashes. Earlier that morning, Koko and his men had attacked Ojika’s vineyard and set fire to it. His workers were not spared. Everyone and everything was burnt to the … Continue reading Inktober – Day 1: Poisonous
The day started out sunny, these days were the hottest days of the year with a number of people seen outside via the huge transparent glass window, cleaning their sweaty face with handkerchiefs, some holding tight to hand fans, terrible traffic happening all over the city in expectation of the President of the country; Every … Continue reading Cold Day In Summer
 The year 2004 ended with loud cracks of colourful fireworks that burst through the dark night and bloomed amongst the stars. I giggled at my parent’s lack of decency as they clung unto one another. I could tell they were whispering sweet things to each other’s ears because each time my father said something, my … Continue reading TÉllÀ (chapter One)
My mother always warned me against whistling at night.”I pray you don’t attract evil with that your smelling mouth,” she said one night as she broke melon seeds for dinner.I’ve never believed in myths, but I found her tales funny.”Why mother?” “I’ve told you times without number,” she pushed the white, plastic chair she sat … Continue reading The Ant Queen
It is time to tell my story It is time to know what I really am It is time to see the scar behind my mask Few months ago, I was seated calmly waiting for death to come claim me, but it never came, how disappointed I felt, even with all the love … Continue reading Sickled Heart
Sisi Joke Whenever people said things like “You can’t eat your cake and still have it” or “You can never continue to enjoy the sweet nectar of life without tasting the bitterness of the bitterleaf” she would laugh, show her milk coloured and well-set teeth and say “Those are clichés, and what is believed by … Continue reading Sisi Joke
And I watch her, disgust pitting in my throat. here, her desperation on display. On bent knees and red eyes. There is nothing subtle about this pain. She can not hide it. ‘Daddy, I know you can help me. you are my last bus top’ she says. I can not hide my disgust. my throat … Continue reading The ones who made mother bleed