Femi and Sandra sat together in the waiting room, cold and comfortless. They looked constantly towards the emergency room where Bimbo was wheeled into. Sandra’s phone beeped and she picked the incoming call. She stood from her seat and walked farther away from the waiting area.
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…
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.
It is understandable now that we are in women’s history month to talk about a woke subject–feminism. It was scary and somewhat brave to broach this topic, as it is a sensitive one that is more often than not spoken about among church ladies. It’s not for a lack of them not being aware of…
Femi woke up earlier than usual and left for the police station. He was disappointed as he couldn’t see his father yet. It was too early in the morning. He went straight to work to face his query. Just like he expected, he was summoned by the manager. He sighed deeply on getting to the…
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…
Peter dropped them at the hospital. He didn’t have to open the door for them as he had when they had first gotten to the house. They got out of the car and he had to run to catch up with them. Peter looked haggard. His hair was uncombed, and the stubble on his chin…
27th December 2020
Jesus’s birthday was just a few days ago. I didn’t even see the change in season. Save for a few neighbours who brought us Christmas food. I’m not complaining. Well, maybe I am. Just penning my thoughts.
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.”…
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…
