Preparing for Life after School After a long day in the Botany final year lab, my seatmate, the Class Rep, turned to me. She asked about my plans for life after school. That discussion wasn’t urgent yet, so we had a pleasant conversation. She had lots of career trajectories: hard and soft skills full ground….
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…
Mrs Elihana’s thoughts were muddled up. She looked at Bimbo who had placed her head on her shoulder. Not only had her ex-husband’s mistake hurt her, but he had also gone ahead to hurt a younger version of her in more profound ways. If only she had handled things better before the divorce, just maybe….
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…
“I’m sorry to disturb you, director. But…”“Speak” Favour commanded.
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…
Femi’s father turned to leave Bimbo’s private hospital room. She was asleep when he came to check how she was doing. “Can you please call me when she is awake?” he asked a nurse on duty. “The patient in room 5?”
Grace, a 32-year-old Nigerian banker, walked away from her megachurch after betrayal. This is how she found God again—through an orphanage, a humble chapel, and a resilient efirin plant.
IN ANOTHER MAN’S LAND EPISODE 5 Previously on IN ANOTHER MAN’S LAND On the bike, your heart kept pounding. You had wanted a little bit of adventure and this was it. Everything happening looked like a pre-kidnap situation. Aunty Faith was no longer talking to you on the bike and she felt a little bigger…
“The award of most dedicated newbie of the year goes to…” he slowed down, increasing the tension in the hall.
