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I always wondered why she had issues with the arithmetic. It just didn’t suit her. Maybe, she was too good at her teaching career to tolerate any inaccurate application to…More
It happened when I was fifteen-years old. I had been watching a football match on the television with my uncle, Baba Hassan when a young boy suddenly appeared from nowhere…More
They were coming for her soon. This, she knew because her mother had told her so. Moreso, her mother had gone the same way. ‘You must march at dawn, Koko.…More
The sun stretched this morning, a pale gold offering. I saw it through the tall grasses between my window and the river. It stretched but didn’t rise. This morning, I…More
BECOMING DAY “Carry your playing outside.” I’m playing with Babi, with her yellow hair. Daddy brought her for me. “I brought you Babi;” as if it was a person, the…More
Lunch –
Taiye was so engrossed in her phone she didn’t even hear Jide walk into the office kitchen.
“Is this thing really worth it sef?” she mumbled to herself.
“Is what really worth it?”
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Lavender I awoke in the evening. I had been sleeping and waking at odd hours ever since joining the clan. I strolled deliberately around my room, careful not to look…More
The phone rang persistently, forcing itself into my sleep. What will I not give to be left alone in the early hours of the day? Sleep between 4 am to 6…More
A Story with No Name by Joy Chime
My ex-girlfriend once said, out of the blue, when we were still an album, that I kissed like her ex-boyfriend. Needless to say, I was puzzled. And curious, so I asked what she meant.
Bright colours… That’s what I thought of when my lover swept me off my feet — literally — and spun, as I screamed in dizzying delight. Happiness swirled in my…More