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#Blogfest 2:0, Day 27 – #30dayscountdownto2016 7am, pedestrian bridge, Ikeja. The dark grey clouds of the dawn are slowly disappearing, giving way to the white morning clouds that will pave way for the sun very soon. I climb the stairs of the... Read More
Click here to read previous episodes Dem say when egg break palm kernel, shame go begin catch stone. The main oga wey Timo think say go come bail am no show face, na ordinary councillor wey e don work for only once come to e rescue. This mata wey... Read More
#BlogFest 2:0, Day 28 – #30dayscountdownto2016 It happened on a Saturday; three weeks to Christmas. It was a normal boring Saturday, you know the kind. Where there would have been two football matches, no light and just lazing about. Listening to... Read More
#BlogFest 2:0, Day 29 – #30dayscountdownto2016 Dad exchanged his ‘d’ for a ‘b’ and became bad. Things began to fall apart after seven months of Dad not finding another suitable job. He was sacked a few years ago after the company he... Read More
Click here for previous episodes of ‘The Teacher’ 7:39pm; Tues “Hi!” June said. Her mind had switched to overdrive. ‘WTF is going on here?’ she thought. “Hi” Thelma replied, stepping out and shutting the door behind her. “This... Read More
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
Since the creation of comics in the 30’s, not much about it has changed especially in the area of character development. We have the uber sleek hero, the villain, the damsel in distress, and not so much distress and other characters. We’ve... 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