She called. I mean my younger sister, sounding very disturbed, very urgent. She said something about needing me at mum’s house. I wondered what it was...
I was in the hood one cool evening. I may not be able to talk about it like the fantastical hood of these trendy youths with...
I’ve heard them talk about each other: I’ve heard her talk about him when he was not around; and have heard him talk about her when...
When the whole thing started, when the whole matter began to unfold, how the hell were you excepted to know how it would end? You are...
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I wondered how I would survive since it was Tamuno’s money I was depending on to repay Mr Theodore. I was too ashamed to ask for...
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The year Mama Nkoli met Mama Bene, it was 1997, upstairs in the Tejuosho mall, Yaba. She had missed her way from the children clothes section,...
If all the other signs of the last days are not convincing enough for me, the fact that Bolaji would come between us after two decades...
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There is a saying in Yoruba: “Omo mi ku san ju omo mi nu lo” – {My child is dead is more bearable than my child...
I’ve always had a thing for romantic stories. Maybe it’s because I’ve got two divorced parents who haven’t found love yet. Loneliness and false hope have...
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Part One Picking up the scraps on the streets of New York City It was hot and humid on another busy day in New York City....
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The water that gushed out of the shower handle diluted her tears, attenuated it, as if it had the right. The stupid liquid, splattering off her...
My madam is not necessarily the easiest person to work for. She has her moments and can be outright crazy. I have come to understand her...
Mum always said I would suffer from a nervous breakdown. She was right about that one. She was right about a lot of things. “You won’t...
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