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“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
When people ask me if I’m in a relationship, my answer is usually “No”. But there is a woman who I’ve been intrigued by for a while. I look at…More
Like a deer loves its doe, A vixen, her fox… So did Arike and Akande's love story begin… It all happened on a starry night under the moonlight. The Alarede…More
It felt like a continual cycle of déjà vu. We'd had exchanges like this before, when I would have to bring it up to his face and let him know…More
The pleasure of unmasking the frustration stamped on faces in CMS rush-hour was biting her into a scurry rush, a responsibility rather than a trade. She hurried into the alley,…More