THE ONE IN MY BELLY; ON OXFORD STREET

When a friend asked me one day, if I could sense what my child will be like, if I was prepared to raise an unknown, I sighed. We were both pregnant, I was almost due, tired and sitting on a ledge at a bus stop on Oxford street, watching the mammoth crowd of tourists and…

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…

SHORT STORY; Abuja Living

You guys asked for fiction 🙂 so here’s one for you. Thanks for always reading. Sometime in the blistering Harmattan of 2006, Adunni resumed a new job in the flamboyant city of Abuja. She had never been to Abuja. She didn’t realise either that though it was a hot city on a normal day, it…