The day gave birth to the night The moon swagged in the air In a world full of darkness Light wraps me up in its flame. My sanity drove them crazy My purity brought them harm They are irritated by my power Disgusted at my move to empower. Insult were sent, rumours was brewed Traps…
Anonymous: Nobody will be giving you money again. Hearty: What are your plans after this BSc? I know God has plans for you. So, have you been thinking about it?Anonymous: (Whispers with a hint of laughter) Yes, I’ve been thinking about it.
Bimbo threw the clothes from the previous day’s washing off the wooden chair opposite her bed. She picked up the medium-sized music box off the table and sat on the chair. She cradled it in her hands like a most prized treasure, closed her eyes and smiled sadly. Bimbo opened her eyes as if she…
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.
Have you ever had a knot in your chest that you cannot make head or tail of? Or you know you are badly in need of solitude. Or you have ideas in your head that you need to make into a concrete plan. You might just need to ask yourself some right questions that would…
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…
For all superstitions about rain not falling on a wedding day, Favour felt glad for her friend who was going to officially become a wife. She tried to stifle the giggle that was trying to escape from her throat. Whatever would happen to her friend as from tonight was none of her business. And about…
“Miss Director. I know what you’re up to. Dressing all fancy throughout this week. You should consider stepping down from being a director. That icy feel your appearance used to have isn’t there anymore.”
The story started with a simulation of what people call capital tongues from the prayer cord. Yeah, just like the stereotypes, he is a guy. And from the concave lenses of Sayo, the story continues. We see a beautifully dressed female chorister take the microphone to lead the worship. Only later did we know the…
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.
