You know it is love because it is the only thing you have never really felt for a man, and you’ve felt them all – mild...
Suleiman made his debut appearance in our compound on the day Iya Bunmi died. There had been a deafening scream that hot afternoon coming from the...
There had been no electricity at Makama, Unilag of course, and the hall ex-cos were planning to protest. I barely slept through the thick heat of...
As I stood on a stool peeping out the window, I saw Aunty Katherine flanked by papa and mama on the bench at the back of...
Patrick tugged urgently at the piece of cloth strangling him all day. He yanked the tie off his neck, threw it on the sofa as if...
Sarah and Tina grew up together; but time and distance happened and they were no longer besties. They remained good buddies though, loving each other no...
I went visiting my cousins in Lagos. Aunty Toju was my favourite, this was understandable considering all the gifts she sent to Bobo and I in...
The hole in my front door was not there when I moved in here two years ago. It was my idea. I got tired and so...
On many nights, mummy sleeps in the garage outside, next to the Mercedes Benz 190 that no longer has tyres and is so dusty that Junior...
The blood is still warm in my mouth. The taste is so overpowering, it makes me want to vomit. The room reeks of regret; the blood...
Plot Summary Weeping Cherry is narrated by a 15-year-old teenager, Meredith Emarrow Hart, who lives with her mum and stepfather and attends high school in Canada....
Macy sat beside me on the 2-seater sofa in my sparsely furnished living room, my hand resting in her lap as she absently rubbed her fingers...
That night while they were at one of their regular hang out spots, he turned to look at her with a longing in his eyes, a...
I tried. I really did. I tried to love you despite knowing. Knowing that you did not feel the same for me. Or maybe you did,...
I’m going to die soon, he thinks. He is not ill as far as he can tell. The heart attack has not returned because he does...
Forget what you have heard in the past and what people will try to tell you about truth being sacrosanct; it is subjective. There’s a version...
***Editor’s note: This is the third and concluding part of this story series. {Please click here for Part 1 and Part 2} I was 30 minutes...
***Editor’s note: This piece is a continuation from last week’s BN Prose. {Click here if you missed it} I got up from the bed and carried...
My beautiful son was fast asleep on the bed; he looked so peaceful. I could hear his gentle breathing and see the rise and fall of...
Remember that movie ‘Narrow escape’ starring Pete Edochie, Saint Obi, Francis Duru (I hope I’m not mixing up the names)? That movie was on point; I...
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