Every phone call was a small trial. His aunt heard a woman. The call centre agent refused to believe him. His own mother couldn’t …
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Four boys on their way to school in the Gusii highlands stumble upon a dead hyena beneath a felled tree. What follows — a butcher’…
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Coach Oliver Berdeen Johnson — the Father of Nigerian Basketball — has spent over 50 years building a legacy on and off the court.…
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I first met Bon Appétit, Your Majesty, on a humid Lagos evening. I was sitting under the yellow swing of my living-room lamp, the …
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It happened abruptly,In the blink of an eye,One minute, you were a full-bodied man,The next, you’re short one component Were, a wo…
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And as long as men are swayed by their hearts and stomachs and not their heads the Chief Nangas of this world will continue to…
Read →I am a man who builds caves for the shards of my soul and prefers my skin be romanced by the stingers of a mourner’s…
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So That We Can Breathe Terrorism, a continued threat to humanity, Must be combated, must be precluded We want peace, don’t want vi…
Read →Change is constant, so they say. I’ve been taught to expect change and to evolve as a person, but there are some changes in my…
Read →“I will kill you today!” He yelled after administering another slap on my face and moved to lock the door. I wondered what must ha…
Read →Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow STANZA I As I writ…
Read →For the first time since I was folded in my sleep, I noticed dawn smelled of burning wood. Flipping myself like a turtle’s shell o…
Read →He got my heart. He really did. But he is an atheist. An unrepentant one. A typical former-believer-turned-unbeliever kind of athe…
Read →I talk to myself a lot. My parents find it strange when they walk in on me, but we always end up having a good…
Read →Life was a big circus to me. Everything was still beginning. You know that phase in your life when you had not a teeny-weeny care…
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Click! That’s the last sound I hear before the world goes dark. I’m crouched beside my fallen mother. My father towers above us li…
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let’s talk about our concerns, fears and hope. for a country with wealthy potentials wait, wait, aren’t we tired of being called “…
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These things began in tricklesThe age-long pinch in our features, the halts in our stepsDealt by unequal hands, by vicious memorie…
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Deadness sits on his wrist;Thin slits of spilling redness; the life waterThat crawl onto his palmsAnd falls from his fingersBut do…
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