You felt like a king with a significant crown Because she loved you enough to draw her pants down You glowed with pride after the last round Then you became a beast with a hard frown. You call her a whore because she was cheap She gave you all, love was the tip She made … Continue reading Tale of a Whore
As Jonathan opened the window of his bedroom, his face was greeted with a mercilessly cold air that erupted a chilling freezing breath from his lungs. He shivered slightly as the air breezed down his whole body. Jonathan smiled, God really loved him. It was his favourite weather. He loved to feel the cold breeze … Continue reading A Choice So Wrong
“Here lies our little sunshine, which set too soon when our hearts were not prepared” …those were the words on the tombstone of Tandi. Tandi was my friend and today, she is worlds away and she isn’t coming back. Tandi was a bubbly girl and would always make you see the best in the … Continue reading For “Coloured” Friends
What would happen if I kill myself to escape all these challenges life has posed on me Selbstmord It’s an easy end; I’ll drink the bleach, experience stomach troubles And then I’ll be gone Mother would cry her eyes sore Father would shake his head and sigh He would blame everyone except himself Unspoken … Continue reading Selbstmord
The Most- Preferred Death She ran with all her might. She fell. The pain of the fall should have kept her sprawling on the floor but she was bent on getting out of the bush. Her heart raced. Tolulope tumbled again. The grass slashed her. Her hands flew into the air to grab any available … Continue reading The Most Preferred Death
Dear shekau, I hope this letter gets to you in peace or in pieces whichever serves you right. In as much as I do not want to condone or encourage suicide I believe that individuals should have the right to kill themselves whenever they want to ( but not wherever ) provided they restrict the … Continue reading Dear Abubakar Shekau
Frederick Obu was unresponsive to the situation around him. While the woman beside him wiped her baby’s spit up with the edge of her wrapper, and the conductor argued with a bald head man over 20 naira change, he just stared outside the window of the danfo bus, thinking about the pink slip he had … Continue reading Our Ugly Potato Love
Bola sat in her room, sounds of sirens filled the air. She lived in one of those parts of town where the siren sounds were like the soundtrack to her entire life. They, she and her mother, had moved to the States 2 years ago but it was all still strange to her. She missed … Continue reading One less lonely…
I sat on the stool on the corridor in front of the house. It’s been one month, and not even one hour of electricity supply. I yawned as I watched people go on with their various activities. Several people gathered at one corner of the street playing baba ijebu. “I pity you o, Tofunmi” Mariam … Continue reading Vengeance
Men are stupid, and women are crazy. The reason women are crazy is because men are stupid — George Carlin *** The body looked peaceful like someone asleep, but the severed head gave everything away. Blood still oozed slowly from the fracture on the head, while the fracture on the right leg had being dressed … Continue reading Dayvid’s Note
“Everybody abeg come down for inside the moto, it have spoil” The bus conductor announced in a husky Yoruba accent, I couldn’t help but notice his pitch black lips and his blood shot eyes, and I could almost swear that I perceived weed each time he opened his mouth. “Oya conductor, give us our moni” … Continue reading I Hear Voices
As she sat and stared down the horizon, the red savannah sun setting, dipping down the green stretch of the endless plains, so did her hopes. Her heart felt heavy. All around her, there was an air of celebration. Goats and rams slaughtered, mutton laid out on large spits to roast slowly, cornmeal ground and … Continue reading Hasiya
It was 6pm, Monday, February 14th. It was valentines day. A young man, hands covered with blood, walks around in a room. Meet Jude. Jude looked at his blood smeared hands dazed beyond words. As though he were in a trance, he paced the room, seeing nothing and hearing nothing except the blood on his … Continue reading MURDER ON VALENTINE (Tales from 9ja)
Dear Aisha
I’m moving out of the house and into a lil’ hut
Don’t worry about me, success is my only option; failure’s not
I’ve worked my butt off long enough
But I need to be brave and hex away this curse