EPISODE THREE 6:45 am . There was very loud bang on the door facing my room . I woke up and scrambled to the end of the bed in fear . It was my Neighbour and his wife again ! This couple lived opposite my own room and were regarded as the “ terror “ … Continue reading THE DEVILS LAIR -Episode 3
“Baba, my girlfriend dey cheat on me, I never catch am, oh, but I know it” “Wetin you want make I do for you now?” Baba Ajibodu asked, he is feeling uncomfortable in the room with this Femi character. Torn jeans, rough hair, red eyes, and purple lips. No different from the lunatic Seyi, on … Continue reading Magun (ThunderBolt)
‘ “F*cking son of the wind.” It should be on his tombstone,’ I thought as I stood, fuming at the kind of father God gave me. ‘It should be on his tombstone quickly.’ I wished my father dead already, but the bastard is as fit as a war horse. He works as a bouncer at … Continue reading Son of the Wind
“Madam, I want to thank you for your recommendation,” Steven said. I smiled casually and answered,” No problem, we thank God” The promotion list has just being released and all the lucky staff are dropping by to show their appreciation. My life is so sweet and beautiful. I get to wake up whenever I like, … Continue reading 7 things on my mind
Daniel saw to it, that he was the first person to resume work this morning. He thought it imperative to do so, he needed to be sure there was no sign or trace of his activities at work the night before, as he was also the last one to leave last night. He saw that … Continue reading Deep Heat
She had eyes that glowed like The tongues of two lit candles Her voice sounded like symphony She danced like a swaying tree in the wind He asked her to be his Juliet but She seemed to know nothing about The love of Romeo and Juliet Shakespeare was a Riff-Raff before her Her skin shone … Continue reading Indian Crush
Today I took time to study my class closely; to look farther into the casual-minds of people I’ve called mates for some years now, and I came to a conclusion. Let me tell you the story of my classroom. The many things visible inside my classroom: Uchendu enjoying himself peacefully with a bottle of Pepsi … Continue reading My Classroom
Three thieves agreed to set up a church.. A business venture certain to boom Not knowing the name to call the church Sat one morning to deliberate on the issue. . The first speaker got up ,eager to speak. The gang informant ,famous and Let’s call it apostolic living faith of redeemed .. In attempt … Continue reading Three Thieves
“Lucas is a sore loser. He called the other day and tried to talk me into taking him back. Guess what I said?” “What? Tell us,” Hannah yelled. “You said yes, didn’t you?” Everyone leans forward in their chair, eyes fixated on the girl speaking so loudly about her former lover; everyone expect him – … Continue reading The Missing Apple
Episode 1. 2 years and a few months back, somewhere in Abia state Nigeria. I was in a restaurant with my two very good friends, Chichi and Chioma, we were out to just gist and have fun. I’m a 22 year old graduate of Bowen University but I live in Abia state, I had … Continue reading Ada: Episode 1.
Episode 27 Ada I squeezed my face in disgust at the taste of the foul drink Becky just gave me, how do people drink this anyway? It’s awful, but I won’t lie its actually helping my nerves, I’m calmer than I was a few minutes ago. “Need more?” asked Becky, totally happy to be serving … Continue reading Fola: Episode 27.
“No be my head ooo,No be my head ooo, anything wey satan dey plan, no be my head ooo”.Mazi Okafor chanted his favourite chorus as he meticulously wrapped his “medicinal herbs” as he calls it . The day was still young and the freshness of the air could testify to that. The breeze was gentle … Continue reading The Shameful Knot (2)
It was a very busy day and the sun showed no mercy. It was so busy that an idle feet might get kicked out of the busy paths. It was my first time in Port-Harcourt but I was strongly advised not to act like a JJC. So I pretended not to admire the edifice buildings, … Continue reading My Experience at Port-Harcourt’s Motor Park
I am taking a puff from one appearing strange rap of cigarette, which has former wings glue together by simple saliva of Joe. The dry smell is not being like a true and faithful cigarette to me, so I am now knowing that it is not cigarette. Or may-be it is one old cigarette kept … Continue reading Brief
“Knock knock” “Knock knock” I fell out out of the long leather chair into the Persian rug that covered two third of our living room. Burnt air had filled my lungs in my sleep, I woke up on the rug with a tightness around my neck. The acrid smoke filled my throat. It was misty … Continue reading Slumber Diaries