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).
I mounted my motorcycle to make my way back home. My job was done for the day, or rather night. I longed to collapse upon my fluffy bed. The cool early morning breeze blew against my hair and caressed my cheeks. The clock had barely struck five. At the bus stop, I noticed her - … Continue reading The Night Shift – a short story to celebrate the International Day of the Girl Child.
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)
I could not control my breath as the plane landed in Abuja. I was smiling sheepishly and walking with a spring in my steps. The dust smelt like coffee complementing the beautiful view I saw from the windows of the aeroplane. I observed the posh appearance of Abuja people. The men wore trousers with knife-edged … Continue reading Dairy of a Youth Corper.
“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)
“I said I need to see that idiot called Nkem!” Mma's father banged his fist hard on the receptionist’s desk. He was furious and could not contain his anger. “Oga, please keep your voice down! If you don't show some courtesy, I will call on the security guard to bundle you out of here. This … Continue reading LOVE CHILD (Part 6)