Words: those little things that give life to our feelings, our depth and our identities. Words are what tie this eclectic anthology together. The ...
Samira raised her hand to her neck; something was choking her; she couldn’t breathe…her hand touched the smooth fabric of her hijab…oh; she ...
Do you have that feeling sometimes? It’s hard to put it into words… but…this is how I feel. I want to run… and scream. But, then I also want the ...
"God forbid bad thing", she interjected with her fingers clicking away the "evil" over her colourful and multi-angled gele. "Evil shall not ...
Right on cue, Tina came, barely holding on to three questionable-looking drinks with Nikky right behind her. “Look who I found,” Tina said. She ...
At 8.15pm, it was a perfect night for a grand event. The sky was clear, occasionally, the wind moved the leaves to register its existence. I ...
It was the first time I met Oluwakemi Olatunde. She had been on vacation and now she was back to work at the top magazine company where I had ...
It’s Alade’s second week in Manchester and the wonder is yet to wear off. The brick buildings on Sackville Street still catch his eye; the ...
* Editor's note This is a continuation of last week's BN Prose. {Read the first part of this story here} “The woman you saw is my wife.” Leke ...
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“I want you in my life,” he told her as soon as her eyes fluttered open. She gazed into his eyes and remembered why she came close to ripping ...
Cam felt a tap on her hand, when she looked up, this handsome face was staring at her. He had the longest legs she had ever seen, with piercing ...
It’s Christmas night, it’s the night that Christ was born but unfortunately, tonight, at least one person will die. I hear his footsteps as he ...
This is how you get her back: - Get into your car on Saturday morning, wearing the slim Gap jeans and a plain white tee shirt. Slide on the gold ...
The problem was not that Mercy didn’t know what to do. The actual thing she feared was being found out, and most especially the disappointment ...
Duke Town was known for heavy rains and fierce harmattans. In 1821, the trade wind was fiercer than ever. Cold zephyr interspersed with warm ...
It’s not me, it’s you. It’s not you, it’s me. Potayto, Potato, Tomayto, Tomato, Let’s call the whole thing off. The break up is one of those ...
Folashade was not in the mood today at all. Bola, her best friend since her childhood days, just sent her an Instant Message about an old ...
Nonyelum inhales the afternoon breeze as she winds down the window glass of her car. Glover road is warm under a kite of fading sunlight and even ...
My first brush with authority was when I was in JSS3. We were preparing for the JSCE examinations- and as was the norm, everyone was sourcing for ...
Mother took me to her pastor friend’s church today. It is a Sunday morning in February; there is unease in the air: a fullness of gray and a ...