I can remember vividly the first time Nneoma came to me to tell me about Chinedu. I remember because it was about 2 a.m and I was fast asleep in my room when the touch of a small, cold hand on my leg woke me up. I remember because Nneoma looked at me and the … Continue reading Chinedu
A form four student ,petrified by the impending ridicule when he fails to bring a new raffia mat to school,is saved by the principal
As promised earlier, we have now have now converted two stories – ‘Cold Feet’, by Berry Feistypen, and ‘The Little Lodge’ by Maid into podcasts. The links to the audio files are below: Cold Feet The Little Lodge To download, if you are using Internet Explorer, you will need to right click the links and … Continue reading Naija Stories Podcasts Now Available for Download
The next few weeks were the most uneventful of Athena’s 31 years. Her trip to London was for business, but it proved to be more of a get away. Six weeks went by in a flash and it was, once again time to go home. this time, up town L.A. The walk into the very … Continue reading Sunstreaks of Sunlight at Dawn 8
Anger widened over his black, sweat-dripping face. “How long must we wait before we get our meals, until hell freezes over?!” He asked as calmly as he could. The lady over the counter just stared back at him, not knowing how to respond to his legitimate complaints. We had been at the eatery for about … Continue reading IT’s A LOVE STORY (Part 3).
ADANNA and JENNY are putting final make-up touches on their faces. Both girls are in their early twenties. Both are dressed-to-kill and pretty too. They both chat happily as they make up. Adanna finishes her making up first. She gets up and goes inside. After a while, she comes out ready to go.
his weekend, I am watching a recorded show today titled UK border force and it is a documentary that shows the activities of the UK border agency staff nabbing illegal immigrants and the continuous tussle between the watchman and the thief. Unfortunately, most of the people on parade on tonight’s show are Nigerians
In those times when one’s feelings become hollow,
In those times when all one receives is the chilly hand.
When that dreaded time approaches…
The heart pounds like the warning drums that sound for war.
The palms sweat like the mourning dew kissing the grassy carpet.
Deep within the pit of emptiness the groaning rises
Now the inevitable occurs…
The sky is turning cobalt
The air becomes denser
Evening’s aura pervades
Home become the minds call
Birds more straighter flies as
Cattle upon the pastures mew
Calling to home the Sheppard’s heart
For there left over milk curdles
The biennial International Radio Playwriting Competition is run by the BBC World Service and the British Council and is now in its twelfth year. It is a competition for anyone resident outside Britain, to write a 60-minute radio drama for up to six characters. Two winners will go to London and see their play made … Continue reading BBC Radio Playwriting Competition
The cheating bastard. The nerve of the cheating bastard. Dunni fumed as she watched her husband lean over to kiss the woman who was about to hop out of the passenger seat of his black S.U.V. Yet again, Jide was proving that there was almost nothing on earth and in heaven that could keep his … Continue reading Of Love, Irony & The Last Laugh (I of IV)
A cold, misty gust from the sea rattled the half-shut windows and loose floorboards on the porch. Pine trees swayed gently and dried twigs cracked like someone stocking a fire. Swirls of the mist draped the old white house atop the cliff along the old expressway. Loose shutters and clapboards creaked and moaned. The worn … Continue reading The Little Lodge
I paced the antiseptic-smelling, squeaky-clean passage like a devil seeking for a soul to devour. Sweat drenched my face; I had run out of handkerchiefs. Though my eyes were wide open I could not, indeed I dared not, gaze into the depths of my imagination. There are some things a man does not attempt unless … Continue reading The Deal
I walk in to the office that Thursday, some minutes before noon. After filling the visitors’ record book, I walk straight down, open the door leading into the reception area on the ground floor. “Hello, good morning! I’d like to see the ED.” “Please, fill this form,” the young lady politely instructs as she hands me the visitors’ form. I swiftly fill in necessary information and hand over the A5 paper to the eager receptionist who then puts a call through while I take my seat.
We are a country that believes in so much words and little action. We love to couch intentions in big words which turn out to be a ruse at the end of the day. We love overusing words to a point of exhaustion. For instance, I am amazed by our love for the word ‘war’. … Continue reading Nigeria: A Land Of Empty Words And Phrases