A few hours to her wedding, Boma gets arrested along with her crazy best friend Jojo. But then Jojo’s mum comes to the rescue, the problem is she also is crazy. Wanna know how the night will end for Boma on her bachelorette party? © 2018 BY OCHIDI GRACE All rights reserved. No part of … Continue reading Glasses and Dimples
“Take out your writing materials and a sheet of paper and put away any reading materials right away. The Yoruba test is about to start.” I groaned inside. Yoruba test. The one test in all the tests I have ever written in this school that I have never managed to pass – even once. It … Continue reading Testing, Testing….
I once met a set of female identical twins and it occurred to me that since biologically they are one egg and sperm that split into two, then any man that marry one of the twins is only getting 50% value of the true content of what his wife actually is. I have witnessed relationships … Continue reading Can you Marry your Spouse’s Twin?
Cornelius has done it again. Foolish boy! His mother gossips in the corner of the market while the boy messes himself up. Last week, he touched Omalicha’s okrika cloth-collection with soiled hands. It took five of us to deliver him from her slaps. Five. Cornis’ poopoo is legendary. It sends his mother’s customers away. Nobody … Continue reading Corni Corni
It was like any other day. There were students all over the place, some waiting for classes which may never hold, others hoping to defend their projects and of course, the vast majority who solely seek on a daily basis, to have their presence at the lecture halls recognized on the attendance lists which practically … Continue reading Friend to Friend…
SCENE ONE Ext. Two friends [SALOPE] and [THEBETI] quietly sit in the living room assumingly engaging in a not-so seemingly heated debate LIGHTS ON (CONTEMPORARY AFRICAN MUSIC, PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND THEN RECEDES GRADUALLY) SALOPE a proud and recently graduated college student turned rapper, casually dressed, sits up straight with words passionately flowing … Continue reading THE DESCRIPTION (script)
Approvingly quiescent, Bamza sat next to the large garbage bin. “At last,” he sighed, he was finally in perfect melancholy. This was the only place in the circus that was without laughter or forced delirium. His legs were sprawled all over the floor in an unfazed manner. His left hand held a half empty bottle … Continue reading Bamza and Leela