Wahala
I have always considered women to be very complex human beings. One minute she is laughing and the next she is carrying her nose in the air like someone who has shit stuck on it. When you ask what is…
I have always considered women to be very complex human beings. One minute she is laughing and the next she is carrying her nose in the air like someone who has shit stuck on it. When you ask what is…
Sitting behind the wheels, the gentle rhythmic humming from Ade’s car engine sounded distant, He stared blankly at the waves as they trashed against the shore before him.He struggled through the choking claustrophobic feeling which engulfed him. The car air…
Praise and worship didn’t turn out as bad as I had envisioned. Tundun was quite the singer. Sigh! It always had to be Tundun. “Tundun this”, “Tundun that”, everyone was always celebrating her. Where was Tundun when I carried cement…
Growing up they called me Ogbanje. You know, the child that goes and comes back over, and over. Yorubas call us Abiku, Hausas call us Barmani, but Oyibos call us sicklers. Grandma said I had returned six times, but this…
Izukanne sat still on the muddy ground amidst the gathering crowd . Her father’s lifeless body sprawled out before her. Someone in the crowd sighed loudly, others cried, but none caught her attention. “Izu… Izukanne, stand up from there, child”,…
My mother was angry with me. Me too, I was angry with her. She slammed the door at me, me too, I slammed mine right back. “Isi odo!” She called me; meaning the head of a mortar Or putting it…
Chief Uche Ahmed Akin-Brown was my father. He was a great business tycoon, a hard worker, a philanthropist. Everyone called him a good man. He was a devout man. He fasted with the Muslims and celebrated with the Christians. He…
Honestly! It looked as though while God was creating me, there was power outage in the shop. Of all my family members; nuclear and extended, I was just different. The smallest in height and size. To make it worse; as…
Me sha, I’ve always wanted an Oyibo lover! You can roll your eyes all you want! I don’t think I’ve ever denied wanting to be called a Mrs. Gordon Whiskey Tooth-school or a Madam Brown-eyes Green rabbit. …and then like…