Okon Itiaba stumbled out of the black Ford Taurus sedan and then steadied himself. A couple of passers-by approached him as if to offer assistance. He smiled but waved them off. He slammed the door shut behind him and then pocketed the car keys. His shoes crunched against the gravel as he walked towards the … Continue reading One Sunday Morning in Atlanta
By howyoudey Naija Tales from Los Angeles is fiction set in the city of Los Angeles, in the state of California, USA. The characters in the stories are members of the resident or transient Nigerian and African communities scattered throughout the city. In the last instalment, Shakara Oloje, Chidi and Ayo found themselves in jail … Continue reading Naija Tales from Los Angeles: Question Jam Answer
I missed home today for the first time in the Diaspora and the reason is the experience I had with a certain family, the Boltons who invited a few of us over for a festive dinner at their home. Mal and Wendy who have been married for about 35 years, invited a few of us … Continue reading The diary of a Naija boy in the Diaspora XXII – Christmass without the Mass
I no fit tell you
The things wey I don do
Since I leave there,
To come here
To this land of Oyinbo.
I no fit tell una
The places wey I don waka,
Or the insult wey I don hear
Since I land here
For this land of Oyinbo.
“Naija Tales from Los Angeles Stories” is fiction set in the city of Los Angeles, in the state of California, USA. The characters in the stories are members of the resident or transient Nigerian and African communities scattered throughout the city. Chidi lifted the meaty bone slowly out of the calabash bowl and then covetously … Continue reading Naija Tales From Los Angeles: Roforofo Fight
Time just dey flow This yeye bus 41A no gree show Starting to feel like I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go This driver don turn me to schedule pawn See as the bus stop full, all men don dey yarn My waka don scata, just tire, nor fit even yawn I am all … Continue reading Bus 41A
Today, the sun fall out like say person dey pursue am,
I come say make I wear garment, full gadging….
Na summer, babies go full street, men go dey achohol, full swording….
As I come dey stroll down Byres road, my guy just fall out from one side
Continued from –Admiral John Bull (2/3) During the weeks that followed, Uncle began opening up to me about the operations of LAND. For the first time he also criticized diaspora activists. “You can’t sit down over there in obodo oyinbo and begin to talk about the issues that people in creeks are facing. When I … Continue reading Admiral John Bull (The End)
continued from Admiral John Bull 1/3 It must have been past midday when I woke up to the knock on my door. I shouted to the person to come in, as I made an attempt to get out of my bed. I thought it was Abel, instead a girl a lot younger than Abel walked … Continue reading Admiral John Bull (2/3)