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The Piano Book: Part 2

  Mama had not yet returned from work, and I had already been to Mama Peju’s shop.  She did not have the house keys.  That meant that I would have to wait outside the door until Mama came back.  Today, that option was not-so-palatable.  Waiting at Mama Peju’s shop was out of the question.  I … Continue reading The Piano Book: Part 2

The Piano Book: Part 1

  He saw me coming.  After all, I was walking towards him.  I couldn’t tell what he was thinking though.  How does a 10-year old boy read the mind of a 40-something year old man? Some people have that gift, you know.  But not me.  I think he could read my mind.  Did I already … Continue reading The Piano Book: Part 1

Real Love Story . . . The Merciful God

  The young physician, moved by a great sense of passion, he went further and addressed God, though with an intended wild bitterness and anguish of his heart, but his spirit speak the words faster and piously that he could bring himself to understand. He said “Oh God, if You were merciful, in Your illimitable … Continue reading Real Love Story . . . The Merciful God

The Last Komole: Final Part

DJ Blaze must have been reading my mind, for all of a sudden, while we were all alingo-ing, etighi-ing and azonto-ing to P-Square’s Alingo, he suddenly switched the music. “Bobo no go die, unless to ba d’arugbo! Bobo, Bobo, Bobo, Bobo, Bobo no go die unless to ba d’arugbo!” Our reaction to King Wasiu Ayinde Marshall … Continue reading The Last Komole: Final Part

The Last Komole: Part 2

On getting to the Red Flame, we got a rude surprise: the place was boarded up.  A few of the regular patrons who had also not received the memo, stopped by and we all learnt the news from a nearby Chinese restaurant:  the owners of the club had been evicted for conducting criminal activities on … Continue reading The Last Komole: Part 2

The Last Komole: Part 1

  The twitching started early in the week.  Monday, to be precise.  The same right toe twitching that was my body’s way of warning me that something bad was going to happen.  Typically, these premonitions triggered a series of events that eventually culminated in that thing that I was warned about. The first time I experienced this … Continue reading The Last Komole: Part 1

Reject 1 – The Day I Died

One It was a normal day, the day I died. In my eyes, there was nothing wrong with the gloom that enveloped the morning. After all it was a September morning and September in Lagos is one unpredictable month. It rains in September: the clouds are at most times morose, dark as the human mind … Continue reading Reject 1 – The Day I Died

If You Must Maintain the Mystery

If You Must Maintain the Mystery

There is a certain allure that mystery brings to an object, lifting it and enhancing its illusory. To be demystified is a not a very friendly affair. It does not encourage awe. That is why there is no much excitement in a 10 year old marriage. That is why your siblings are never great in … Continue reading If You Must Maintain the Mystery

A Spyder’s tale: Early Days

A Spyder’s tale: Early Days

She seemed like she wore diamonds on the sole of her shoes and she glittered like gold. She was like a queen amongst subjects; well technically subject because I was the only one watching, perched delicately atop my wooden fence patiently waiting to catch a glimpse of my goddess. Patience had taught me to expect … Continue reading A Spyder’s tale: Early Days