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…
“Calm down now. Your phone selfie camera is on. Look into it and act like you’re enjoying the drip. Drip drip,” Eucharia said to herself, batting her eyelashes at the camera. Ifeanu rolled her eyes as both walked down the road to Chapel. “Drip ko. In this land of UI. Two weeks of school stress…
“The award of most dedicated newbie of the year goes to…” he slowed down, increasing the tension in the hall.
If you’re just joining us, here’s what you missed in Part 1 of “My Hormones Are Betraying Me“: After a brutal heartbreak with a narcissist, Ada built walls around her heart. As a young woman in Abuja navigating the modern Christian dating scene, her feminist views now clash with patriarchal expectations, especially from the church….
Omojo: Building New Relationships is Not Fascinating Hearty: When you started thinking about plans after school, you must have resolved some plans. Do you mind sharing? Omojo: I have plans for after school. First, plans as regards my course of study—Microbiology. The first thing we are facing now is the issue of service, NYSC. While…
The Introduction (Episode One) White chalk residue still on my hands, I return home, tired from my class teacher job. I had beaten those troublesome pupils with my last ounce of energy. I try to get two hours of sleep. Evangelism is by 4 pm. I’ve not had any experience of that in this highly…
Church Chronicles is currently on its 7th lap. That means we have seven whopping stories with “Church Chronicles” as its umbrella. But right now, we’re taking a short pause to reflect. It’s just right to say we’re on Sabbath. We want reviews of any of the Church Chronicles to date from you, our reader. Don’t…
Bimbo leaned on Femi’s mum as the driver drove. She didn’t understand the need to go to Ogun state with her step-father and a woman who continued to act like she was her daughter, but the song playing softly from the car stereo sang “Lord I trust you I trust you with my life, Amasihu…
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.
She went back to her seat and fiddled with a pen. The director instinct in her told her that the culprit had to return the stolen money and shamefully asked to leave the company. But, her thoughts were going on a different lane.
