Tag Archives: Lagos

Archibald Memorial Secondary School

It was September again. It was drizzling again. Students were back again. Teachers were frustrated again. It was resumption day. The time was past two pm, barely seven hours into the start of a new academic year and teachers were already fed up by the presence of their students and their parents. Students could be … Continue reading Archibald Memorial Secondary School

TÉllÀ (chapter One)

 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)

The Ant Queen

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

queen of the coast

She-devil

       She-devil Woe unto the earth for the mistress of the devil has come to seduce, steal and slay. Hell will freeze over cause she has come with a great lust for revenge and destruction. WATCH YOUR BACK!!! COMING SOON!!! (c) Gabriel G Odigiri,2018

Behind The Scene

“I don’t know how I got here, I don’t know how I became suicidal, all I know is I want to end everything “, said Bayo, his voice hoarse from crying while speaking to the only man bold enough to walk up to him from the onlookers. “I might not understand what’s happening to you, … Continue reading Behind The Scene

Lagos: The Land Of Lessons

      So yesterday I was robbed. This probably isn’t news to most of my fellow Lagosians but believe me, until it happens to you, it will seem as a trailer from a movie you watch on Netflix or FOX. It was quick, as though it was a rehearsed play for the stage. I … Continue reading Lagos: The Land Of Lessons

Heaven or Hell

Dear Bride, Hell keeps pulling me left and right. I can’t leave you now. I want to be your lover. It entices me with so much of its pleasure. I love you so dearly. I can’t even think of trading you for the world. However, I’m stuck. I want to hit the ball into the … Continue reading Heaven or Hell

Yet Another Date

I was fourteen and I had just gotten into Senior Secondary School, the first time a man told me I was beautiful. I was ecstatic; nothing else mattered in the world. I began to make efforts to make myself look more beautiful for him. I remember using excessive amount of white powder on my face … Continue reading Yet Another Date

What Is Money?

What Is Money?

What is money without peace? Yes! We want to be wealthy. Now we are endlessly wealthy. But we are scared of nothing. We are scared of the thieves at night, And of the pointed fingers at daylight. What is money without happiness? Yes! We want good wealth. But there is no good health. Where are … Continue reading What Is Money?

Dazzle Me Chapter 2 (Novel Excerpt)

CHAPTER II The money, the cars and the girls had been the fast life for Clinton Okoye for as long as he could remember. So, his deprivation yesterday night till early this morning was a bitter pill to swallow. He had no access to his money, his car had been confiscated and his girl had … Continue reading Dazzle Me Chapter 2 (Novel Excerpt)

Dazzle Me (Chapter 1)

    Chapter I The bright neon lights shone seductively between red and pink. The sign had that peculiar allure that enticed people to come in. A night club in the sub-urban area of the nation’s capital, Abuja. It was a few minutes to twelve and it was already getting filled to the brim despite … Continue reading Dazzle Me (Chapter 1)

The Beggars’ Den

  Walking or driving down the streets of Lagos, it’s no longer a strange trend to see beggars parade themselves in search of alms. In response to their most times very compelling cry, sympathizers hand them different denominations of the Naira but this however doesn’t stop them from calling out to the very next passerby. … Continue reading The Beggars’ Den

The Irony of life

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

Listening To Music

Listening To Music

pianist slamming the keys at 90 degrees low orchestra orchestrating melodious chromatography plucking away, strings apologizing vibratingly pendulums, gong beat talk of home made beats buzzing raps with a little highlife undertone arpeggios streaming, guitarist starring… plucking away, strings apologizing vibratingly pendulums, gong beat talk of home made beats sounds o’ victory in the air … Continue reading Listening To Music