Literary Expressions, Art and Culture
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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 chap with a rough face complimented by a croaky voice and exaggerated actions─ like how he slams the bus door violently for no just…
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 hideout since he came but he was scared. More crowds meant more danger. He knew he couldn’t make any movement that would attract the…
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 just in case the person was short. My effort proved futile. Since I didn’t see anybody, I safely concluded that I’d started hearing things.…
'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 room. It was past nine and I wasn't feeling sleepy yet so instead of going to my room and tossing from one part of…
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 by an unyielding authority. I am fighting for the freedom of my government. I once fought for my freedom. Crouched in a cell with…
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 her and I am captivated by her beauty. Her deep, dark, brown eyes leave me hypnotized whenever my eyes lock with hers. Her ebony…
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 festival was taking place at the village square in Oyo town where all the young maidens came to show their dancing skills by wiggling…
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 that I’m not dumb, and I know what he’s been up to with other women. This admirer that’s dying to be with him; that…
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, tray balanced on her head. I beckoned. While she slouched, contemplating if I was a customer or a KAI officer, I walked up to…
Today na Sunday and me and Mary dey enjoy our sef for her house, I mean the place where she dey do house girl. I come dey think say na good tin' e be as dem no dey carry her go church, we com hear horn for gate. "Haa! Madam don come back," she…