She lost love at first sight, but married him nonetheless. On Facebook, she had fallen in love, with a profile picture of him holding a Nigerian flag in one hand and the other hand across his chest. And then she sent him a message, something about how his profile picture seemed like a symbol of … Continue reading Electronic Freedom
My names are Ajoke Adebimpe Adeyanju and i am from Irepodun in Oyo state. Back in 1980,i was the head prefect of Irepodun primary school. My village was highly respected amongst the other villages because It was the only village with a school. The school was built as a dividend of democracy a year after … Continue reading My Independence Day
I was born in an age of intimidation. 24th September, 1979 was the date and there was nothing special about it. I was the 5th child. I was 7 years younger than my closest sibling. Our dining table had six seats: two for daddy and mummy and 4 for the other children. I got the … Continue reading Never again
Godwin James is the president in one of the developing country in the south of the Sahara. It is the first day of the month. He woke up in the early hours of the day. As he brushes his teeth, he thinks of what he would be wearing to the fiftieth independent anniversary of his … Continue reading The Revolution
It was 12:30 am on October the first in 1989. Kate was tossing and turning in bed feeling very uncomfortable, with her tummy round and big as if a beach ball had been stuffed inside. She was in pain. ‘Patrick’, she cried. ‘Patrick!’ she cried again even louder. Amidst tired yawns he responded, ‘Yes Kate, … Continue reading Bundle of Joy.
As usual, Laja is going on his evening run. She is drinking again. The woman who used to be his mother is now an empty shell; her vivacity having been devoured by the bottle she now values above all else. He has to escape. Slamming the door behind him, Laja begins to run, as if … Continue reading Lonely Hearts…
Mischief had become second nature to me. Even my colleagues at the bank attested to this. Today, on Independence day, I was going to play a mischief on the Preacher at Independence Avenue. I had promised my fiancée I would take her out on a knockout shopping to Lagos Island but I still had a … Continue reading The preacher on Independence Avenue
Efe’s left hand rubbed his neck as he convinced me to go for the competition, I spared his faded bIack jean a glance and returned my gaze to his face. “Efe are you sure of what you have just told me? Even if I would like to win the prize, I wouldn’t want to fool myself.” … Continue reading 50 Laughs…
Over forty years ago my Father stood shielding his eyes from the harsh sun, in his freshly starched Khaki school uniform and sang with the rest of school mates as the Union Jack was lowered and the new flag for Nigeria – the Green, White and Green emblem of our independence was raised. Today. October … Continue reading A Day to hope for
Olumide Ashaolu didn’t mind the midday sun that burned him, like it was intent on turning his chocolate coloured skin to a charcoal black. There was much gaiety in the air and he continued to wave the new flag in his hands. It was of a green and white colour, not the Union Jack. He … Continue reading Mr Olumide’s Experience.
Mr. Emeka and his wife both sat in their rocking chairs under the tree outside their country home in Anambra. All their seventy years on earth, they have lived here in the village continuously enjoying the serenity of the place; the unpolluted air, the trees swaying to gracious winds, men and women going about their … Continue reading Uncle Rocking is 50!
Some fifty years ago, suspense filled the air as diverse thoughts began building up in the minds of people. The rumour is everywhere, silent whispers and hisses, only God knows how true this is. No-one has the guts to say it out publicly for the fear of the white men whose mindset you never can … Continue reading Nigeria’s Indepence Day
The sound of a cannon going off echoed in the hills, seeming to roll endlessly then faded off to be replaced by another, and yet another. It continued, twenty one times, I counted; paying heed to the initial ones for the echo has a way of multiplying as the sound dissipated among the many valleys … Continue reading Passing of a memory