In Another Man’s Land (Episode 4) Faith is a class teacher at the school where you work. Tall, huge and dark-complexioned, she looked like she could farm. Farm work and class teaching were hardly similar. One had ignorant people look at you like you ate humus for dinner, the other had people call you aunty…
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.
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…
RECITATION, a Mount Zion movie written, produced and directed by Damilola Mike-Bamiloye, was yet to be released and was being premiered at my roomie’s church. I had to jump on her invite. You know, anything to spice up my outwardly boring life during the short school break. It was my first time at a movie…
“Hi,” “Hello,” It was a weird conversation with a stranger down the winding staircase. It felt good. Sunday arrived early and in sync with the soft instrumental escaping from the second floor. It preluded the start of service. Sunday was Sabbath. It was a special day of rest when people poured out the streets in…
The period when women were told to be silent in the church was over. This was what Aunty thought before returning home to Naija. Unpacking her luggage, she thought about the foremost thing she wanted to do. She would show up in church, the home church she’d been nostalgic about in the UK. Life as…
Rayo turned again in her bed and pulled the Ankara bed cover over her legs just in time. She had just prevented a day-old mosquito from landing on her ankle with its proboscis. She closed her eyes and tried to resume her sleep. But something was just not right and she kept on closing and…
When I was younger, I loved attending parties, wedding parties, birthday parties, end-of-the-year parties, and Christmas parties, just name it, they all gave me joy. You know, there was always this joy and fulfilment that came with attending parties for me. It was always interesting.
With no more questions and answers from either of them, Sandra had to leave. The burden had been shared and halved. Sandra walked sadly to the church to join her parents with a lot of questions on her mind. She now had a reason to go to church. Bimbo sat in the same position till…
The worship leader collected the wired microphone from the prayer coordinator, who had set the atmosphere burning with some capital tongue speaking in the rented hall. “Lerogete aikolema ribainda, Endoskelesh endoski barabai!” He had declared with ferocity and some vibration of hands. One could see that the few members who came to church early had…
