Maryam sighed as she stepped off the prayer mat. Pulling the hijab off her head, she looked at the clock. “I’ve warned Aisha to stop staying out so late. That girl never listens. She likes to have her way. But I will teach her a lesson she will never forget today.” Maryam stomped into the … Continue reading Cold Comfort (a short story)
They say time heals all wounds, but in my case, time rubbed salt deep into the wound. What the heck was Kunle doing at my engagement ceremony? Even worse, he was here with that…backstabber?! The moment I saw them, I felt a deep pain in my heart. My feet froze on the dance floor and … Continue reading Motive (a short story).
My grandmother is an avid story teller. She has the gift of describing events in a way that you get the perfect picture. As such, I love listening to her stories. One day, mama came back from the farm fatigued and stressed. She laid down the bag that was half filled with freshly harvested maize … Continue reading Stories my grandmother told me.
As I approached the CRV, my eyes widened and my jaw dropped in disbelief. The shirt of the elegant looking man had been ripped apart and his suit was hanging on one shoulder. The fabulous woman - his wife - was being yanked away forcefully from him and dragged to a corner while the children … Continue reading The little things (4)
The traffic light turned green and all the cars zoomed off. All of a sudden, the engine of our car went out. The drivers behind us started blaring their horns impatiently. Tochi kept his calm. He turned the key continuously, attempting to start the engine of the car, yet to no avail. Beads of sweat … Continue reading The little things (3)
Last Sunday, as Tochi drove the vehicle to church, it kept jerking vigorously and making a clanking sound. I feared that the tyres might give way or the engine might just fall out of place. At times, the engine revved in an unusual manner while other times, it slowed down on its own. Tochi kept … Continue reading The little things (2)
I dread Sundays. It's usually an awful day of the week for me. Okay….Maybe that came out wrong, but I mean it. Don't get it twisted. I totally love everything about church; from the pulpit to the pews- the prayers, praises, sermon, congregation- EVERYTHING! However, I'd rather go to church in anything but my husband’s … Continue reading The little things (1)
“Saturdays are for owambe.” This is now a popular saying. But what is ‘owambe’ without an asoebi to slay on? Two months ago, I took my asoebi to my tailor. Errrm…actually, I have about six or seven of them. I have no favorites when it concerns tailors because they don't deliver on time and they … Continue reading Asoebi (a short story)
“Stop! What is wrong with you Tobe? Stop! You will kill him! Tobe, stop! Stop! Don't kill your son, please.” Temi cried in the midst of the commotion. “Son? This bastard is not my son. How can he be my son.” Tobe strangled Nkem even more. “Stop! Please stop! Stop! He's our son!” Tobe loosened … Continue reading LOVE CHILD (Part 8)
“What a pleasant surprise!” Temi stepped out and hugged Tobe. “Indeed! Indeed, Temi” Tobe was smiling from ear to ear “I was actually looking for someone who lives in this neighborhood but I'm very excited to have stumbled upon you. It's been a very very very long time.” “Yes. A long time indeed! The last … Continue reading LOVE CHILD (Part 7)