DOGS AND BITCHES

​ One of the hardest things to do in life is letting go of what you thought was real. This was true for Anette. But after an endless cycle of failed relationships with philandering devils masked in meek faces, she decided she’d had just about enough. She was done with relationships and all the BS…

First Kill

You never stay the same after you take your first human life. First, your mind becomes a battlefield. Then comes the realization. Suddenly, it feels like you’re in a trance. Your conscience pricks. Your heart races. Your fingers twitch. Your pupils dilate in wide-eyed horror, and you run your hands through your hair repeatedly. But…

UPDATE!!!

Hey everyone, my newest short story ‘When You’re mad’ got a honorable mention. Unfortunately, I won’t be uploading it here, but if you’d like to have a peek at it, click here to read.

AKWA MKPE

Today was the day Obiageli’s igba mkpe would come to an end. She’d worn that black mourning dress everyday for the past one year since her husband, Osondu, went to bed and slept the deep sleep of death. Today, after the remembrance ceremony, she would be free to discard that dress that had become threadbare…

INCOMPLETE

We met in 2010 and before then, I’d lived – only, incompletely. Prior to that time, I’d been oblivious of your absence, of the damp crevices that needed filling.  And then, you came along, a sparkling light, to illuminate my world. You captivated me with your quintessential beauty, your grace, your fluidity and your delectable…

Behind closed doors in Rumuigbo.

My earliest memories of my mum include; her preventing me from going out to play with the neighbors, coming home from work with meat pies and doughnuts bought from Mr. Biggs, asking for her room to…   Click link below to read the rest… Source: Behind closed doors in Rumuigbo.

MY BROTHER’S GHOST

The first time the ghost of my fraternal twin appeared to me, I was terrified – so terrified that my abrupt recoil jerked the low wooden table from which I’d been eating fufu and egusi, and spilled its precious contents across the concrete floor of my living-room. I call it precious because that soup had…

HAUNTED HOUSE

I’d sworn I’d never spend another holiday here in Abuja with Uncle Tijani because he is as closefisted as those exquisitely dressed Christians who crumple their five naira notes into a tiny ball before dipping it in the offering bag. But Lagos is a long way to go especially when the strike is quite unpredictable….

Oro

It is past midnight and I am reclined on my bamboo bed, but for some reason sleep evades me. This is one of those nights when the Oba has instructed that everyone must be indoors before 12am because the Oro will emerge from the underworld and prowl the streets of our village with its worshippers…

CLOSE SHAVE (600 words Flash Fiction)

As soon as he saw the men, recognition dawned on him. Chief Okonji was being conferred the Ozor title and he was flanked by the DPO and the two bald men he’d seen that bleak morning. The ceremony was big and the entire village had been invited to the Chief’s compound, and so he’d come…

LOSING FAITH (600 words Flash Fiction)

Emeka mouthed ‘The Grace’ along with the rest of the congregation as Pastor Samuel concluded the service from the glossy, tiled pulpit with the colorful red and black backdrop. He opened his eyes to see the pastor beckoning to him. Then he waded through the sea of people that were filing past in their determined…

ADULT KIDS

I’m at Xaburi’s place, awaiting my turn to get a haircut. There’s just one person before me – a short, portly man with a matching round head that looks even queerer with half his head shaved clean by Xaburi’s clipper. I bury my head in the screen of my Nokia 3310 in a bid to…