On September 7, 2019 Ruth Oranye, was waiting to cross the road when she was run down by a car. This accident became a tragedy when...
The beauty in books, particularly those of a literary variety, is that they present our eyes with a wide range of options. Sometimes, we want our...
Oftentimes when I think about the kind of love I want, it is in easy pixels, a soft blend of elements that are within reach; the...
(I) Monday is for the day I meet you. The handsome young man standing in one corner of the banking hall, fresh out of The University...
I am writing this on my flight from Lagos to Enugu, earphones plugged in, listening to Hillsong, gawking at the ball of clouds drifting outside my...
My friend, Roy is turns twenty-three today. He is becoming on one hand, one of those Nigerian men who like to talk about politics – because of...
Tobi Osunkoya was a meat seller before he became a bus driver. A stout pot bellied man in a faded Ankara print Kaftan and with the...
Last week, I attended the Short Story Day Africa’s writing workshop at the Goethe institute in Lagos. And in between free writing-writing without restrictions, writing about...
Before I learned to love myself, I thought- I am the dreary first pages of a lengthy novel, the intro track in the musician’s new album;...
For Edozie because it’s your birthday; and for brothers everywhere. When I think of life growing up with my brother, I think of frothiness, wispiness and a...
There are few things I have come to learn of you. One day, you are the slipshod lover, loving me carelessly, with the patent inattention one...
This is your story. This is your song. It is abandoned roses on the dresser and reshuffling of your playlist-so the John Legend songs lounge far...
I recently suffered a major setback that just quite had me disbelieving of my much-loved school of thought that I was more than enough. And in...
Hey, listen… You are one of those girls that have to take countless selfies like one trying out clothes for a date with a long time...
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