Click HERE for previous episodes. There was no sign of Jimi’s car when she arrived at the house. Having been delayed at the airport because all the morning flights were booked, she got into Lagos in the afternoon. Jimi’s gateman was happy to see... Read More
Just Drive
She set her life to cruise controlpreferring a leisurely driveand Sunday afternoon sceneryto a one-woman racesimply for the sake of speed and curiosityI am that one womanwho cut the cable to my brakespressing the pedal to the pavementscreaming past... Read More
THE EX FACTOR – 7
Click HERE for previous episodes. “He who wants to mix love and segregation will only end up achieving nothing & losing both ways.” “Hey whatsup dear” I said as I picked up the phone from my lying position. One good thing... Read More
The Poetic Portrait
It is a perfect poetry portrait,Pixels precisely picturing her posture,Painted purple and pink,Perplexing prowess in purchasing perspectives,Punitive points on primary politics,Penned with pride and painted with passion.Pardon my progressive pattern of... Read More
The Perfect Dream: Victoria’s Lover
It seemed like dejavu, Victoria was familiar with the road.“Have I been here before?” She soliloquised.She walked on the pathway for a while following the most visible track to its end where she saw a chamber. Victoria moved closer and saw an... Read More
RUMOR HAS IT – 14
Click HERE for previous episodes of Rumor Has It. Deola sat on the toilet seat in her bathroom and cried. Her tears weren’t coming down in torrents but her heart was breaking. She dabbed at her eyes with some tissue and struggled to find Teni’s... Read More
Eminence and Domain
“Ah hah! Pronoun trouble.”―Daffy Duck Her father and uncles; later, her brothers, cousins, husband; later still, her sons and grandsons, spilled blood overseas (others’ and their own), to defend Our Way of Life. Of course She had... Read More
Old Men Walk Funny
Old men walk funny with shadows eating at their heels.Pediatric walkers, prostate exams, bend over, and then mostly die.They grow poor, leave their grocery list at home, and forget their bank account numbers,dwell whether they wear dentures, uppers or... Read More
Scribbles of Our Stupidity!!! – 9
By Samuel Oluwatobi Olatunji. “Baby boy, did you call me?” “Nope… I didn’t” “Are you sure? I actually heard someone calling my name” “Well, maybe your Chi is calling you, and you... Read More