“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…
Category: Short Stories
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…
Tope Owolabi 