I came in from the meeting and couldn’t get past the sound from the leaking tap, the constant dripping grated on my nerves. I dropped my bag and membership card on the kitchen table, tied a cloth around it like a sore thumb and went to bed, but I couldn’t sleep. Not with my daughter, … Continue reading The Leaking Tap
I’m sure you’ve read books in which the writer came up with an expression that you had never heard of before. You probably picked up your dictionary to check and it wasn’t even there! It sounded good, though and sort of added more colour to the work. So I found that our very dear Shakespeare … Continue reading Of Words and Coinages
My son’s image looms large as I watch the political campaign on my black and white TV. Sadly, I do not feel my allegiance to him is strong enough to risk empowering him in such a manner. You see, I come from a long line of great and politically inclined men, who regally stride where … Continue reading The Gene of Greatness
Never be satisfied with a first draft. In fact, never be satisfied with your own stuff at all, until you’re certain it’s as good as your finite powers can be. – Jon Winokur When I started writing, I wrote only once and that was it. The feeling of ecstasy and pure joy at having created … Continue reading The Inadequacy of the First Draft
I have a new job. I’m so excited I wake up every morning singing at the top of my lungs. I have two weeks to prepare for my new found adventure at Jade Consult. Tomi thought I was kidding when I told him I was moving on. I guess somewhere in his small mind he … Continue reading Jerk-Stop-Puff-and-Smoke!
The wind howled as the rain fell fast. It was already pitch dark outside, even though the sun had barely slept. The candle had gone out. Ngozi got up and lit the oil lamp. Her husband lay beside her, sleeping soundly, snoring lightly. She sat up, her back against the wall, her heart pounding with … Continue reading New Dawn on the Twin edge
I sit curled up on the love seat, tears flowing. Staring at the far end of the room, I ignore the shadows cast on the wall by movements outside my window. My mind is in turmoil. I look around the house; five years and I hoped I’d still be counting but I’m not sure now. … Continue reading Love still lives here…
I don’t believe in marriage. Not really. I like my space, so having one special person for the rest of my life is scary and too close for comfort. My sister, Hadiza, got married two years ago. I enjoyed watching the women dress her up. The dark purple indigo marks on her palms and feet, … Continue reading Love, in a mortar…
I toss and turn, haunted by images from a time far away. Ten years, and it still has me gasping for breath. I sit up in the unfamiliar bed; sleep, many light years away from my weary eyes. There’s a painting on the wall, a lone green, white, green ball whizzing through the air, a … Continue reading A heart for the game.
Pseudo Disclaimer:
I’m not into poetry,guys. Just got bored and decided to try this.
Please be gentle with me. :)
The gnawing pain in my abdomen grew worse. I doubled over and winced, willing the pain to pass. My head throbbed like a sore tooth. I looked over at the plate beside my bed. The dried piece of bread left over from last night sat unperturbed. My stomach churned at the sight, bile and nausea … Continue reading Life is not a fairy tale!
Eight grueling hours later, Daniel arrived in Lagos. He took a bike straight form the park and headed to his place. He’d drop his stuff off before he stormed Linda’s place. Men! This feels good. He met his land lord at the gate of the compound. He looked at him like he was some ghost. … Continue reading The SAN [End]
The next Day Daniel introduced Linda’s mother to Barrister Barry, the property lawyer at Jones & Barry. Her reluctance to accept his help was understandable. But Barry had decided to help, practically undercharging them. He expressed his pleasure at helping Daniel out. Too bad they couldn’t have him at the chambers. A month later NLNG … Continue reading The SAN [part 3]
I got back from school one day and the first thing I searched for was my ‘Concubine’. When I couldn’t find it after approximately ten minutes, I freaked. “Have you seen the concubine?” I asked my sister, frantically looking around the little room we shared. “Which one? The same book you’ve read to shreds?” she … Continue reading The hunter and the re-incarnated sea goddess.
Please see the Part 1 of The SAN HERE ******************** “Danieli dey house?” The landlord asked rubbing his palms together and licking his lips at the sight of Linda. She hissed and folded her arms across her chest. “Baba, e dey sleep, I no fit wake am.” “Ehn, ehn? Ok now. When e wake tell … Continue reading The SAN {Part 2}