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Click here for previous episodes “You’re unusually close-mouthed for a guy,” Idowu said. The restaurant they were in was nice – and quite quiet for that time of day. Frank nursed the bottle of water on his table and stared at the woman sitting... Read More
Click here fore previous episodes Mavwe stood transfixed watching the chaos. All she wanted to do was sleep but she couldn’t. “Smith, where’s the first aid kit?”“He’s losing consciousness”“The bath tub is ready” Smith said... Read More
Click here for previous posts “You have a sister?“His words replayed in her mind over and over again. She wondered how she had let that slip, she was always so careful. Never talking about family and rarely bringing up friends.Her sister... Read More
MY LOVE by Lanre AyoolaIHold my hand and let us runswiftly in this pure rude ruddy sunand trap sparkling dreams in cloudy bluecalling me and you.We can sit here on the cold sand barand search the sky for the fainted starthe seal of our doting... Read More
Aminata the Story Teller (A cry of a Negro) by Nii Ayi SolomonShe had waited for this day to tell her story to the worldTo describe lucidly the pains of her pastShe implored sympathy from no oneThe world must hear her storyAnd share in her excruciating... Read More
Click here for previous episode The sun was barely stretching; lazy arms reaching to uncurl the blanket of the night by the time Frank was standing in front of his shop. He looked at his phone for the time; 6:42am and leaned against a table standing to... Read More
Click here for previous episodes “Come in” Mavwe yelled from within her room.“Can I spend the night here?” Emilia asked and without waiting for an answer got onto her bed.“Knock yourself out, the bed is all yours”“When you overheard my... Read More
AYA WA (OUR WIFE) by Lanre AyoolaiAlade got a wife…His first meal was a peppery furnaceBurnt his tongue and bruised his lips…He ate with a strange joyMix of anguish, mix of hateMix of anger, mix of love…He chews on the sticks of doomHis Mrs.... Read More
The Eloquence Of Silence by Eyitemi Egwuenu She said little:when I took her in my arms,on new year’s eve; beneath the canopyof a pear tree. . . Her breath on my face –when I brushed her lips with mine,and told her my heart was hers. .... Read More