The time was 2.15pm. We were sprawled out lazily across my bed with our legs still entangled. Even with the summer’s heat, his warmth felt invigorating....
I can see the chaos around me but I hear nothing. I want to hear the words leaving the mouths on the faces that I can...
The clatter of the tea cup as my shaky hand settles in back on its platter is what jars me out of my reverie. What reverie?...
I hear Dipo’s alarm go off and I burrow deeper into my pillow. I hate how on weekdays I’d long for a few more minutes of...
237 weeks… Two. Hundred. And. Thirty. Seven weeks since I looked into those big eyes that give me hope. From the first time I heard the...
Anniversaries are wonderful mostly because they remind you of how far you’ve come. When the venture — in this case, a marriage — is still fresh,...
I had a girlfriend once. Every time I spent the weekend at her place, she had the exact same routine. She’d wake up sometime after six,...
I stared at a picture of him; his beautiful eyes crinkled with the widest of smiles, full lips spread to show off perfect, pearly whites. I...
On the street called Mosajefo in the heart of Mushin where I grew up, fences and gates were simply extra decorations on houses which builders used...
He was in court every day the matter came up in court since they got to trial stage. His hair was always uncombed and his eyes...
He was here again tonight. Like every other night before, he would nudge Nneka and I slightly to check if we were asleep before standing astride...
The only light was from underneath the door, dull yellow light that allowed him to see the shine of his leather shoes. The window in the...
I was holding my school books in my hand and carrying my school bag over my shoulder. It had been a long day at school and...
And here I was, bruised, beaten, broken. An empty shell of what I used to be. Seven years of my life gone down the drain. Seven...
The garbage man walked steadily down the empty road. It was past midnight, and the night was quiet. He wasn’t rushing, but you couldn’t exactly say...
After a hard day, Bayo had settled down on a bench between two wooden houses with peeling paint and sloping tin roofs in the slums of...
This is a story at a time when everything means nothing and tales are taken for granted by people who should know better. This is a...
It was a cool Friday night in the city and instead of going out on the town and having a good time, I was sitting across...
We were never friends. No, not really. She was a familiar face, with a name to go. I waved at her in the morning, on my...
I remember that day like it was yesterday. Actually, what I should say is I would never forget that day. For who can forget a day...
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