We always thought he was a beast. I mean a savage beast like a Saber tooth tiger. His name was… I feel fear cramps in my abdomen. I’m scared- scared to even say his name. I regarded him as devil’s vicegerent, because only one could behave the way he did. He was tall, bulky like … Continue reading The Reversible Nature Reaction
Inspired by an urban myth in Opobo, Rivers state. *** The natural police doesn’t wear black uniform or hold old carbine rifles with cellotaped magazines. It doesn’t collect bribe. It doesn’t wear bullet proof vest on top a native dress. It doesn’t pursue you when you offend, instead, you go and meet it, and its … Continue reading The Water Police
Author’s note: The narrator made use of some Hausa words in the course of telling this story. In the light of that, it will be handy to learn few Hausa words and their English translation. Uba- Father ; Uwar- Mother; Kakan- Grandfather ; Ganuma – Labourer ; Makaranta – school ; Saniya – Cow ; … Continue reading Fansa
My friend, Titi, always said the head witch in my village has my picture in her hands and that she was always staring at it. I had always refuted that claim, but today after five neglected signs, mistakes and doom, I accepted without any fuzz. The First Mistake 7:00am The Monday morning started well. You … Continue reading Five Signs and Mistakes with a Doom
It is 7:15am. Forty-five minutes short of my planned meeting with Uche. The meeting is important as lying during manifestos, is to our politicians. Should I tell you what the meeting is all about? No joor, I don’t trust you. Uche’s flight to Abuja takes off by 8:45am. I had tried to convince him to … Continue reading Red Hot!
Have you ever tried dipping a blue litmus paper into an acid? Did you notice the way it turned red upon coming in contact with the acid? It looked magically and suddenly right? That was how it looked to me. I felt like an alien from Uranus whose flying saucer crashed over the earth. I … Continue reading Tangled
7am, pedestrian bridge, Ikeja. The dark grey clouds of the dawn is slowly disappearing, giving way to the white morning clouds that will pave way for the sun very soon. I climb the stairs of the pedestrian bridge making my way to the top of it. A beggar, cripple in appearance, is sweeping the stairs … Continue reading Waiting For Train 2204
Is love really stronger than pain? *** I’m a book that holds the dearest of men’s secrets. Man is like a moon with a dark side which he hides from everyone. But I can see these dark sides because he usually confides in me. I will tell you a secret today, not because it is … Continue reading Pink And Black Kampala
The queue at Skye bank ATM inside school was long. The other two ATM’s the bank weren’t working, so everyone, who wanted to do out-of-bank transaction, stood on the queue. I was at the somewhere at the middle of the queue, and my girlfriend, Zaynab, was right in front of me. Cladded in a green … Continue reading The FEAR Magic: Playing Dead
We walked off the street into the bush that led up the hill. I had last seen Chris around this bush, not knowing he had escaped under Vincent’s watch. Here I am helping Vincent to catch Chris before the Kapol discover the escape. The house we were going to was up the hill and it … Continue reading The House At The Hilltop
I kicked my right leg violently against the wall as I walked through the passage that led to dining room upstairs. When will he change? I was coming from Father’s room, and we just had a tete-a-tete that made me really mad at him. Why wouldn’t he just allow me tell the principal he was … Continue reading The FEAR Magic!
*** It is been three months since I wrote anything creative. It isn’t a good thing for a creative writer, but I couldn’t help. I had other things that took preference over writing and they took a chunk of time, especially in my final semester of my B.Tech program. I must say my writing has gone … Continue reading The Nigerian Graduate
Driving had always been forbidden to me at home. I wasn’t even allowed to drive my father’s BMW 3 series round our compound. I can’t blame my parents for the non-driving rule; I blame the curiosity in my elder siblings. My elder brother once reversed the car with its right door opened, and unfortunately for … Continue reading Double Wahala
They match in thousands, climbing over barriers. Nothing seems to stop them. They are strong willed and determined. They work in groups, and that makes them stronger. When they want to punish an offender, they do so in thousands, some even say millions. They make sure they get every bit of the offender, and he … Continue reading The Black Soldiers
I hate Lagos. I have always hated it. It is the home to many: the rich in the island, the average in mainland, and the poor in the slums like Ajegunle. Lagos is overcrowded, which is one of the reasons I hate Lagos. That particular day, I had just closed from office, a shop that … Continue reading The Good Lagos Samaritan