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…
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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…
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