Ding-dong went the doorbell. I hurried to open the door before the bell rang a second time and woke up my sleeping 14-month-old. I’d finally gotten...
Mickey, the middle-aged black mouse pokes its head out of the tiny hole burrowed into the floor. Similar holes dot the four corners of this dingy...
She entered the world in a breech position which earned her Ige as her middle name. Ige was the name the Yoruba people gave to any...
Abuja. November 27, 2009. 6.00pm Kevwe caught up with Efe just as she was about to enter the back seat of a branded Hilton vehicle. “I want...
I had a familiar itch to scratch, that was all. That was it. It was when my dreams began to get so intense I could feel...
How do I get over this excruciating pain? I’m dying inside. I’m waking up at night with palpitations, drenched in my own sweat. I know I...
“I’ll be in Lagos soon. I’ll stay only a few days. I can’t wait to see you”, Tricia, my old friend says. She lives in Abuja,...
The bus I boarded today was packed full, actually I was extremely lucky to get a place on it. I got there late, Madam did not...
I buttoned my tuxedo, and looked back with a tight smile at the man who stood behind me. The wedding was in an hour, but it...
Mmphmmmm…Mmphmm…” he groaned as he thrust back and forth into an almost lifeless form, making a rhythmic sound with the creaking bed, squeaky jarring notes that...
“Aww she looks so beautiful” she says, the stench of coffee and cigarettes escaping her breath clutters my nostrils. The other lady, less than a couple...
I met Sadiq on a Monday. I remember what day it was because my staff meeting had gone badly and I just wanted a smoke. I...
The silence of the night is broken only by the sound of his father’s voice inside his head. Run! Run, son! Be a man! He falls...
Stella Stella walked through the market as briskly as she could, her eyes blind to all but her eventual destination. Her hand subconsciously brushed her dress....
“Babes please call me back, I have jist for you”. That was what the text read. I had no particular interest to respond. It was Chinwe...
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Good music can be used to enhance the reading experience. The audio accompaniment inspired the story and would be a nice touch to play...
“I’m going to call the police on you, and you’ll be deported back to Nigeria,” the voice yelled out at me from behind the door of...
I have not been able to stop myself crying ever since I heard. It has been five years since I last spoke to my father and...
On that night of April 1997, rain pelted the corrugated roofing sheet like the frenzied drumbeats of village drummers who entertained guests at the coronation of...
Sitting outside his front yard, choking from the air saturated with generator exhaust fumes and itchy legs from sand fly bites. It was night, the moon...
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