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)
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?
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 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)
Along the river road The three young girls walked single file along the path that led to their village, Igodi. They were returning from the river, where they had gone to fetch water for their mothers. Placed on their heads were clay pots of different sizes with Edafe, who was at the rear of the … Continue reading Eki: The Prince’s Bride
As expected, the house was empty when Oma opened the front door and let herself in with the key Daniel had given her. He was not back from work and Mama Rukevwe, his cook and housekeeper had closed for the day. Glancing at the clock on the wall, she saw it was past nine o’clock, … Continue reading Tomorrow Never Ends
“Trix, wetin do your eyes?” “Na pepper oh. I bin take pepper hand rub my eyes by mistake.” “Every day pepper pepper. And you no be Yoruba.” I smiled and pulled out a chair. I looked at my cheap wristwatch. I was twenty-two minutes early to the afternoon lecture. I whispered a short prayer and … Continue reading Zoned
Before my lips could reach hers, something made me stop. She blinked and gazed fixedly up at me. “What’s the matter?”she asked. “Nothing. It’s just…I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of you, of the situation.” “Ha! Take advantage? Of me?” she scoffed. “What am I? 14? I’m 26 years old! I know … Continue reading Blues For Ruby (3)
I had been frequenting the bar for several weeks when I finally had the chance to meet Ruby. One Saturday, I was there on my own as my ‘gang’ had gone to hang out at another place at Ikeja. I was at a table with two other guys I did not know that well though … Continue reading Blues For Ruby (2)
*** Linda was being her usual bitchy self. “I asked for a chapman and you brought me this? Are you deaf or something?” she practically screamed at the waitress. She was not called a drama queen for nothing. The poor girl tried to apologise and even offered to change the drink but Linda was having … Continue reading Blues For Ruby 1
Hello beautiful people, How is everyone doing? How has your year been? Again, I want to apologize for giving this story a very long break as well. 😪 I’ve been away doing a lot this past year. Please accept my apology. 😔 Okay so this is the continuation of the series I Married A Mad Man. … Continue reading I Married A Mad Man (Episode 3)
“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
The alarm rang for the umpteenth time that morning, I snoozed it as I turned to the other side of the bed to continue sleeping. ‘Sleepy, sleepy, wake up o’ Nnenna, my roommate shouted ‘What is it jor?’ I asked groggily as I yawned and tried to steady my eyes on her. Why did she … Continue reading Mr Right?
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
Let’s break the ice That freezes us cold And makes strangers of us. Let’s break the ice That threatens to break us As the iceberg did the Titanic. Let’s break the ice And use on our swollen broken ego That our friendship won’t be ago. Let’s break the ice, Ice of formality and distrust, Ice … Continue reading Let’s Break The Ice