Heels and Valleys Chapter Two
“I’m sorry to disturb you, director. But…”“Speak” Favour commanded.
“I’m sorry to disturb you, director. But…”“Speak” Favour commanded.
Sandra came out of the station then. She looked at Mr Adegoke and shook her head. She didn’t believe all that she had been told by the police. “Your persuasive skills are great sir,” She told him and left, Bimbo’s phone in her hands.
The last three Church Chronicles didn’t cause trouble like some others. I remember ‘Aunty Feminist Goes to Church” doing a number of things to readers. ‘Drip Drip’ was breezy and light, Through your eyes was one story that sought to capture different lives that could be seen from different angles.
Follow-up and Disappointment are 5 & 6 Previously on IN ANOTHER MANS LAND “He no go go anywhere!” One of the other men under the tent interjected strongly. I gave him the “so you were listening” look. “Na him be the head of the oracle in his village, he cannot do what he is saying.”…
Dear Ma, I was twenty when I found your voice on radio, Irin Ajo Eda on Raze FM. I still remember the rhythm of your laughter that floated between adverts, the pauses that carried more truth than words. You lived up to your name: Adetayo, obinrin ti n b’afefe rin, the woman who soars with…
While many people had changed their phone ringing tones to “odun nlo sopin o baba rere”, Favour changed hers to “vindicate me oh lord,” an extract from an audio Bible.
One score and two, United and standing…these tush themes were dancing around in my head till “let it shine” stuck as chewing gum does to cloth. I don’t know how you hear from God, but I knew this was it when it was it—the final word. Shining your light might mean doing what others can’t…
In Another Man’s Land (Episode 3) Mondays were made to be hellish for the working class. The unarmed forces of the NYSC were not excluded, especially those who got to act as teachers. The first day Linda stepped into the joint primary 3 A and B class, she had been ushered in by the bald…
E don tey wey me and you don jam for this space. Na exam I write write write oh. I say I no get time to dey write again. For how many months wey he be like that? I con tell myself “After exam, you go con resume.” Na wetin I think be that. But…
My Hormones are betraying me The air in the newsroom was cool, almost cold, a sharp contrast to the scorching Abuja sun beating against the glass exterior. Ada scrolled through another pitch about “godly wife material,” her thumb pressing down on the mouse like she was crushing a scorpion. Half a year since she’d extricated…