Chapter 2 I wake up to the sound of someone pounding on the door and pressing the bell constantly. What the…? Which animal knocks on someone’s door by 2 am without respect? “Iffy!” I hear the... Continue reading
Chapter 1 I look at my phone with a smile when I hear the notification beep, already knowing who the message is from. “Dinner is served.” He says with a picture of the said dinner attached. Downloading... Continue reading
“…a man will impregnate you and abscond.” You stare in shock at him, speechless. You are hurt that he could say such a thing. It wasn’t so much about whether or not you really would get pregnant... Continue reading
I watched her every day from afar and followed her everywhere. I knew all her routines and all the routes she took. We lived in the same apartment complex so it was easy. Sometimes she would... Continue reading
White shirt neatly tucked into your blue jeans, that was what you wore as your manly cologne announced your presence. Time stood still when my eyes caught your face. Continue reading
THINKING AND THE BOX What comes to your mind when you hear the word – think or thinking? We are (un)consciously programmed to believe that creative thinking can only be achieved when it is associated with a... Continue reading
What’s up with people going all “You have added o!” when they see you walking along the road; those people will not make heaven I swear. It was the middle of august and I was rushing to... Continue reading
The Mission A disappointed Ihuoma walked out of the office of the Permanent Secretary in the State Ministry of Education that hot Monday. It took all of her will power to maintain her composure. She couldn’t believe... Continue reading
She sat by the hearth, stirring the wet charcoal, tears running down her chubby cheeks as she hummed rhythmically. She was a girl in pain, a girl without a mother. She turned left to look at the... Continue reading
”Mic check. One-two-three,” clears throat. “Good morning girls, welcome to Madame Cecilia’s Finishing School for Ladies.You are here because you were carefully selected after a rigorous process and…” I give a side glance to the empty chair... Continue reading
The new sexy phrase when it comes to politics is “youth participation in politics.” This sounds really cool and for me as a young person I find it attractive and a worthy adventure. Nigerian youths of today... Continue reading
“You have piano fingers,” he says. “Long tapering fingers full of grace.” Her fingers relax in his and he caresses them, from base to tip, from base to tips. “Aww, that’s nice.” “Do you play?” “Oh, no!... Continue reading
THE AFFAIR This was how it all started. On a windy night, we were having a dinner in my home when Dubem dropped his fork with a loud clang on his plate. Startled, I looked at him... Continue reading
I had finished from a conference and was leaving; I couldn’t help but eavesdrop on two participants asking what next after this whole “talk talk”. I have also had someone whom I sent a conference invite... Continue reading