HEADBOY

Although it was true of Edward’s family that ‘size’ had indeed informed their decision to relocate to No 12, Ladoja Street, in Bariga, this move had little to do with the plentifulness of his malformed head. It was, in fact, the leanness of his frame and the precarious condition of his needle-thin neck under the…

LIKE A PHOENIX FROM THE ASHES

I had a lot of love in me to give but girls never saw me. It wasn’t dark or anything. I just didn’t have the glitz, the glamour, to shine through to them. My wardrobe was lacking. I was broke. I still am.  And then I met Simi. She saw me. Maybe the extra lenses…

Kenkey, Fish and Small Stout

In this country, a boss should always be bald and have a big belly. My uncle isn’t bald, he hasn’t got a big belly, and you don’t realise, the first time you see him, that he’s the actual boss of a big office in the centre of town. Well, that’s because he’s nouveau riche; he…

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…