ITUNU…

Happy New Year in a bit guys. Closing the year with this incomplete short fiction story which I started writing sometime ago in the middle of the year after a friend of mine suffered a miscarriage and courageously spoke to me about it, and even adding to the torture, her horrible experience with medical personnel….

CLARA, THE NURSE WHO SPEAKS 5 LANGUAGES. #SHAREYOURFEAT

For this first comeback post of “Share Your Feat” I present to you Clara, whose feat I consider to be one of a kind. A multilingual. She shares with me on her running away to France a few tips for when visiting a new country and how a cross wiring happens in her brain sometimes…

MAN OF GOD

The day I swore to stop attending my mother’s church, I was 18 years old, in university with the chance to for once be rebellious and get away with it. I was grown and old enough to make the decision of quitting her church, Sanctuary of Glory Evangelical Ministry Inc., but you see, I grew…

DODGING…FIRE; A Memoir Piece

Growing up in Ibadan, we perhaps had the most sheltered childhood in our neighbourhood, my siblings and I. Children played with sand in the streets, joined mobs to shout ole ole when they caught a robber and took baby chickens away from their mothers to feed them biscuit crumbs. We never did. The farthest we…

FLIGHT; A SHORT STORY

The woman who sat by me on the flight from Accra to Takoradi sometime in February had never been on a plane. It was obvious when she asked me to help her fasten her seat belt. It became more obvious as the plane ascended like a bird with a bad limp, and a cold hand…

ALL THE RIGHT THINGS by Ikeoluwa Adegboye.

When I was guessing what kind of writing my friends would send in for the guest blogging series, I automatically assumed Ike would do a lifestyle sort of article because well, she’s fantastic at it. Check her blog, you’ll see what I mean. So when she sent me a short story I was like wawu!!!…

NO NIGGER NURSE; A Short Story

“I’m not even bloody nurse…” This was Ada’s thought as she put on her TV and skipped through the channels. There was nothing in particular she wanted to watch, but TV was always a good distraction. She would stop skipping every now and again, for a little while, if something caught her attention. She stopped…

SHORT STORY; BREAD

When two weeks ago I was served bread on a flight, I remembered a bakery in the area where I grew up in Ibadan. The man who owned it was tall. We didn’t know his name so we called him baba oni bread. He was extremely dark and hairy. He never wore a shirt, I’m…

CRUSHED HIBISCUS by Phidelia Imiegha

Something to begin your weekend with guys. This short story by Phidelia. I thought it was sad and beautiful at the same time. Your earliest memory is of a rainy day in your father’s old house, with your father yelling loudly at you, almost as loud as the sound of the heavy rain outside. You…

SHORT STORY; IYEYE

I drove up the hill that led to HOUSE 10, on Queen Amina way, inside the University of Ibadan. I went to primary school inside the University and Amina way was the short cut route I passed to the University Gate on my way home after school. It still looked very familiar. Sand hills on…

Abuja Living 2

This is the concluding part of Monday’s story. Click here to read the first part. Nege had pushed off going to Kaduna till the following day, since he had worked late. He decided to have some friends over at his house to hangout and just have a relaxing evening. He had told two of them…