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Click here for previous episodes of ‘For want of a child’ The slap had a twosome effect. It muted all the sounds around and within Frank; and then it cleared his head of the alcohol haze. Everything was quiet; the kind of quiet that made him feel... Read More
The bus kept crawling on like an over-fed agama lizard. The passengers kept cursing the driver in different languages for putting a scrap of a vehicle on the road but like the legendary Job, the elderly driver suffered all their insults silently and... Read More
The walk back home was long. A heavy silence had descended on us. It was too painful a topic to discuss and we could not find the words to express our thoughts. I studied her face but there was no anger there, only bruises and scars. “How is your... Read More
Click here for previous episodes of DILA Dila packed her scattered braids together with her left hand and held them with a rubber band she picked from my desk. She smiled at me in a ‘you know nothing’ manner. She took the yoga position as she... Read More
Click here for previous episodes Shaba dey weak. She no fit move body, but she dey relaxed. The way things be resemble say she don dey ready to born; but the problem be say nobody dey there to help her. Sweat don begin full her face and she lie down... Read More
Click here for previous episodes of The Teacher 7:03am; Sun June was woken by the hotel phone by her bed. She’d always been a light sleeper and this morning she was much more so. She had hardly slept all night but had finally drifted off into a... Read More
Click here for previous episodes “What happens now, Frank?” The subject of Fola’s question shook ash from the cigarette he was holding, made to take a puff – and then abruptly changed his mind. His hand thumped on the table a bit harder than he... Read More
Written by Hymar David A goat, gnawing at thrown-away yam peels in the bush, raised its head to stare at the commotion behind it. It resumed its chewing as if to say, How dat wan take consign me? A pebble flew, from nowhere. It struck the goat on the... Read More
She allowed the tears to flow freely as she chopped the onions. It didn’t matter anymore if the tears were the remnants of her pain or from cutting the onions—white onions. Nifemi would be four in August, she would start asking questions. Questions... Read More