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Click here for previous episodes Na Mama Monday wey begin tell everybody say Shaba pursue am when she wan go greet am for the pikin wey she born. She tell dem everything and come tell dem as Shaba take chase am. People come begin swear give who dey do... Read More
Click here for previous episodes of For Want Of A Child “Sorry I haven’t been in touch – “ “No o, it’s fine. I haven’t been around myself – in fact I’m still out of town now.” Frank stopped tapping on his worktable at the excitement... Read More
It has always been a subject of debate as to if one could have a crush on an object of one’s imagination. Yes an inanimate or rather imaginary thing. I did not believe the phenomenon could exist until I experienced it. It also happened to a very... 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
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 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 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 “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
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