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As a resident of this town, you just had to get used to their noise. I could hear them from their position at my window, they just wouldn’t let me…More
It was few days to the New Year and I was sitting in my living room enjoying myself with my fully-charged phone. I was chatting with a couple of friends…More
‘Eeiish…. Easy, please’, she winced, pulling her foot from him. ‘Sorry sorry’, he apologised. Earlier in the day, she had had a little accident involving her foot and the door…More
I actually saw her o. But I had gotten to the foot of the pedestrian bridge when she called my name. I rolled my eyes to Morocco and back, and…More
“No one can say they loved their daughter more”, Oyibinga muttered to herself as she hurried into the market that morning. Not a man, not a woman. Achieni her daughter…More
I get here first. The bus is empty with the exclusion of its driver; a Yoruba boy from either Ibadan or any of those uphill village towns. He’s a young…More
Emeka felt guilty as he watched the conscription officers drag away the man who lived in the house next to his. He had wanted to invite him to join his…More
Just this evening I thought a ghost had knocked when I opened the tumbledown, termite-pecked door of my small one-room apartment. I’d looked out with a bent neck, looking down…More
'Goodnight, Mum'. 'Yeah, goodnight, honey. And don't stay up late this time'. 'Okay, mum, I promise', I replied. I smiled as I watched mum climb up the stairs to her…More
My name is Ogbenta Ugboelu. I am a freedom fighter. I am not a freedom fighter in the guise of fighting against some perceived persecution or a personal injustice meted…More