For a moment, the class fell silent. Amaka fidgeted on her seat and wondered if she should answer or not. “Sir, she’s here,” someone from the back seat shouted and Amaka turned. It was the same girl who had been on the first day of resumption. She was staring at her with a sneer on … Continue reading Archibald Memorial Secondary School – Part Two
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
wole and tope where classmates in secondary school, few days into school they fell in love with each other and when wole asked her out she said yes immediately because she had wanted it also. Tope was so much in love with Wole ,she would write him love letters, call him at night and even … Continue reading secondary school love
READ EPISODES 1 – 6 Episode 7: Can We Talk? Regardless of what I should or shouldn’t have done, the fact remained that I had scheduled an appointment with Tokunbo Williams for Monday afternoon at 2:00pm. Unlike the pre-delivery stage with the letter Tokunbo’s father had written, where I agonized for hours over … Continue reading Episode 7: Falling in Love With My Best Friend
The gun weighed heavily in his hand, he felt the coldness from his fingers through to his spine but wasn’t what was on his mind. His head was throbbing, he was deep in thought, he was deliberating; “this is what she would have wanted, or would she”? He was about to make a life-changing decision. … Continue reading Misconception 1
Wednesday night: There had always been stories of ghosts at Federal Government college Okim, but it had never been as terrifying as it was now. Today, the girls in green house (my house) came back from morning classes to find Senior Rosa – my school mother very angry. (Don’t get it wrong, it’s not like … Continue reading Finally, I Meet The Ghost! – Perfecta Bassey
My best friend died of sickle cell anaemia. She was a slim and delicate thing, fair skinned and seeming to emit light from her very pores. She was always cold and loved to bask in the sun like a strange yellow lizard, closing her eyes and turning her face up to its warm caress. She … Continue reading The Tale of Moon and Sun
“Tell me how sweet it is…” These were the first words I remember her say to me and I remember looking up at her thinking, is she speaking to me? This was back in 1980, some 30 odd years ago when I met my friend Amina, our second year in secondary school. Friendships are legendary, … Continue reading Tell Me How Sweet It Is…
Turning it Around – Their Terrors, My Pains, My Gains/ I was possibly the most bullied kid I knew and for years, I used to shy away from the pains I endured in my preteen years. Recently though, as I began to realize how much my story could draw attention to the issues of bullying … Continue reading Me and My Bullies: A True Story
This is not the usual housewife- only story. It’s for everyone one, not just as a reading pleasure but also a call to help. This is a call to help the Helps. Ifeanyi has been living with the Ado family since he was 11 years old. HE lost his father as a young child and … Continue reading The Housewife series: 3
I was sure something was wrong when dad drove in like a cultured man whose bowels earnestly sought to heed the call of nature. With every rev of the engine, dad’s VW beetle coughed repeatedly like an unrepentant smoker struggling with yet another stick of the infamous nicotine package. The panic alarm went off somewhere … Continue reading Sister Folake (1)
Mr. Shammah is talking. “Hellooo. Hellooo. Alright, silence everyone. The 3rd round is about to start. Silence… SAAAAIIIIILENCE!” The buzz of voices across the Hall reduces. Me and my teammates hold hands, bow our heads and say a short prayer. I see Tash smirking. Hmm. Let her smirk. This competition is just like ‘Who Wants … Continue reading Disliking Natasha Deverill (2).
Tash Deverill. I’ve never liked her much. That’s weird because I’m the kind of person who likes people. The world is my friend. Ask anybody and they’ll tell you, “Oh Omololu, he’s always going around, talking to everybody.” It’s my nature. Even though, I am a natural introvert – and many people disagree with … Continue reading Disliking Natasha Deverill (1).
Who ever saw us that night would have thought that we would not twitch even at the sight of the devil himself. Saturdays at FEDIBU came with so much freedom, no classes and no prep. After diner we all formed groups, some discussing, some playing and others washing. This was a very difficult day to … Continue reading Blue House Square
‘Knock, knock’… That was the sound that woke me up that morning. It was so gentle and soft yet loud enough to being me back from dreamland. At first I thought is was part of my dream but after a few more gentle knocks that sounded like the sound of a foam being hit on the mouth of a pot, a common musical instrument from the eastern part of Nigeria, I realised I had returned to the real world…