“How softly the rain fell that Monday morning when my water broke. Because I was used to the raging downpours of Lagos, this quiet patter...
Bridget and Taye Cole were having a laugh at the table under the bright yellow lights at the rooftop restaurant when I got to the table;...
I did not believe it when I heard that you had a serious thing for Sandra. I was stunned – even though I had to pretend...
The Head My mother never liked thongs and G-strings, especially the ones with ribbons and butterflies behind them. Not on herself, not on her girls, not...
A lover of art – a kind that wouldn’t mind paying much more than the usual admirer of beauty – who decides on a journey to...
Need a good read for your Sunday afternoon? Nigerian author Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie‘s new short story will fill the gap for you. The short story ‘How...
Why were you glad when Aunt Jemima stabbed your father? Maybe because it brought some respite, because you knew, everyone knew. You weren’t sure if your...
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...
This is how you get her back: – Get into your car on Saturday morning, wearing the slim Gap jeans and a plain white tee shirt....
Silence is how you respond when she tells you, her usually lilting voice that always reminds you of the seaside at dawn now trembling with pain,...
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