Quietly stepping out, Ozy slowly shut and locked the door to her small self-contained flat, shoved the key down the back pocket of her denim shorts before walking towards the gate. The time was about 6:04 that Saturday morning and the rest of the neighbours were yet to awaken. Ozy was on a mission this … Continue reading Red Paper.
Thursday, 13 October 2016 5 POPULAR MYTHS ABOUT THE NYSC CAMP (you probably thought were true) You’ve probably read a lot of thrills and feels about the NYSC orientation camp online- Except, of course, you exclusively subscribe to just whatsapp data plans, because I doubt if any publisher will devote a paperback to those sort … Continue reading 5 Popular Myths about the NYSC Camp…you probably thought were true
I don’t know what happened. I don’t know how it happened. I don’t even know when it happened, and my God!, I swear I am so afraid it happened. THEY ARE ALL DEAD! ALL OF THEM!! But how? Oh God! Please wake me from this nightmare. Just give my body a tap and I know … Continue reading Whistle of Death: Scream of a Thousand Corpses- Episode 1
My Camp Experience I came to Nigerian for holiday Go and stay for three months there, they said But soon plans began to change Go for NYSC was the next thing I heard. I mumbled and grumbled, did all to complain But all my mumblings were in vain 11 March 2014, a day never to … Continue reading My NYSC Camp Experience
“I’ll give you the brief version. My parents had 4 children and we were all devoted, fervent Christians; but our lives were not better than those who were not as faithful as we were. Two of my siblings died before they were 18, the other – a girl is a drug addict and a streetwalker. … Continue reading Conversations II: On the Broken Road 
What would my service year be like? I asked myself as the Marco-Polo Bus raced off from Lagos to the Northern state I was posted to. The journey began early in the morning and in my rush to leave home on time, I had not done a proper devotion; a quick prayer was all I’d … Continue reading Conversations II: On the Broken Road 
There’s a tickling sensation on the back of my neck as I come to consciousness. It’s a floor ant, making its way up to my head. I sweep at it with the backside of my fingers and roll over. I linger a bit more on the weathered mattress on the tiled floor, staring at the … Continue reading Yesteryear
People judge you in the green white green Servent of the nation, on minimum wage lean You are who you are and you remain unseen It started as a small flame and then it raged into a furnace But soon you realize… the year’s so lame and you are only part of a cyclic emergence … Continue reading Otondo
If fear was for sale, I would be rich and if dread were to be counted in grams, overflow would be recorded as I squirmed in a bid to be a little comfortable. My mind was in the middle of an overhaul and the toll of trying to make sense of anything was starting to … Continue reading The Virgin Of The Night 1
NB: Not a Love Story I was so hungry; I bet I could devour a mountain of Eba. The class had been so boring and it had awakened the worms in my stomach. The cafeteria seemed so far away, each step seemed like torture. I almost leaped in the air for joy as I sighted … Continue reading The Babcock Affair
Titi stared at the bucket. It lay half-submerged in water, floating in the well. She could almost hear it taunting her, daring her to come after it. But, whatever the bucket was saying was drowned out by the voices of the other corpers behind her. One by one, their voices floated to her, slapping … Continue reading Ajebota Returnee
By this time, I had completely adjusted and the once rigorous camp routines bothered me no more. I was encompassed by a slight sense of relief mingled with urgent haste and pleasure that was overshadowed with regret. In the better part of three weeks, I had been through many new and intense experiences: some … Continue reading Clarion Call 9
Love is a hurricane, sometimes it will toss you away like a cheap coin and sometimes it will lend you wings to roam the sky. “I will leave you soon. When I do, keep going”. Those were the mysterious words I uttered to my friends that morning, and my hasty tone made it clear … Continue reading Clarion Call Eight : My Chance, Sango, and the Little Child.
I thought long and hard but I could not think of a clever, preferably anonymous way of getting to the NYSC authorities to register my suspicions about the ridiculous amount we’d been made to pay so eventually, I abandoned caution and just went for it directly. The next afternoon, I walked to the admin block, … Continue reading Clarion Call Seven
I am continuing from where I left off, the scene in my hostel when I announced to my friend, Fiyi with a mischievous twinkle in my eye that I would find the girl I had last seen on the second day of the camp. My earnest search for the ‘shiny girl’ began the next day, … Continue reading The Clarion Call VI : Flashpoint.