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You always hated the cold. Each snowflake that falls Has a particular Morality to impart. The tongues of night pass over The leaves fallen into Dampness, rot, Swallowing the dead air. Streetlamps flash over the blackness As candles do,... Read More
Click HERE for previous episodes. Aisha woke up Sunday morning feeling unusually tired. She tried to lift herself from the bed but couldn’t. Her mind was foggy and she felt drained. She groped around her bed for her phone but could not find it. She... Read More
Agbalumo dun dun! Omo Oba lo fe mun un Oh dear Agbalumo! Be sweet! Be sweet because I’m here to Leak, suck and milk you dry. Fear not, ’cause I’ll be soft with it and will tear your wall with a full-barred mildness. Drop a... Read More
With him gone, she was left with the sound of silence only broken by the tick-tock of her big clock. The air reeked of stale cigarette and sex mixed with the bittersweet smell of his perfume. Sweet because it reminded her of him in his absence, bitter... Read More
Click HERE for previous episodes. On the flight back to Lagos, we talked about almost everything under the sun except anything that had to do with what happened in Calabar. I tried not to think about the incident too but when we got to the house, I... Read More
Click HERE for previous episodes There’s always light at the end of the tunnel… for tunnels that have an end. “So you mean you wished I’ll never come back because you’re happy with Jay?”… “Why didn’t you tell me this before so I can... Read More
“Dear Khalid, I’m sorry you have been unable to reach me. Good news is I’m currently in Nigeria speaking at a Seminar in Port Harcourt. I have a conference to attend in South Africa on Monday so I’ll leave Nigeria Sunday night. If you can come... Read More
As soon as Adegbite Mariam finished talking, cacophony of applause and cheers buzzed through the air. Mariam just finished her own speech; a speech about your family. She wore an infectious grin and I couldn’t help but giggle. Mrs. Ugwu, my English... Read More
Click the for previous episodes. At the reception, the men of the FCID introduced themselves and stated their mission. “Alright. Shall we?” “We’ll have to put these on, Sir” one of the two men said. “It’s formality, Sir, we apologise”... Read More