“Mfon, get up! The pastor would soon be here.” My mother gently shook me awake. I dreaded the visit of the pastor for whatever reason and could never be enthusiastic even for my mother’s sake. Standing up grudgingly, I stretched and yawned as my mother bustled around our small room. For reasons I cannot readily … Continue reading The travails of Mfon
ONE I sat on a stool very close to the pavement of the gutter hoping every passer-by can glance at my direction and drop anything in their pocket into the blue bowl in front of me. The security men kept chasing me away and today will be my last day sitting here to beg for … Continue reading Roaming The Street
Story telling is one of the most precious and appreciated gifts that humanity could have been endowed with. “Tales at Nighttime” celebrates this gift in a dedicated segment four nights every week on smooth 98.1’s popular nighttime belt known as “Smooth Sessions”. The segment lasts for about an hour, as one short story is read every … Continue reading SmoothFM’s Tales at Nighttime to feature NaijaStories
Only 51 years ago Was Nigeria reborn From the epic of transitive orphanage Both colonial and imperial we all felt The British lust for bloods and bones! They captured and tortured With iron locks on our wrist and ankle The soil bled and the heavens cried we all saw! A blood’ … Continue reading Happy Birthday To My Nation!
An ex-president while on a long journey by road got hungry and he decided to make a stop at the next town he reaches. On arrival, he located the best restaurant in town & went to have his meal. The name of the exquisite restaurant was “ADG Restaurant. He parked his posh car in the … Continue reading Cassava for Mr Ex-Presido
The blood would not stop flowing. It had been 3 days. Nsa and Wonuoma had promised me 3 days at most. Well, Nsa had initially said 2 days but Wonuoma had retorted that Nsa was a sickler so her experience did not matter. How much blood could she afford to give away monthly anyway? Three … Continue reading Blood on my Hands
Ekundayo looked at him and then immediately past him as if he were transparent. She didn’t say anything and went back to what she was doing, her long blue dress billowing around her. Emmanuel couldn’t talk and kept staring at her until the sound of a man laughing interrupted him. “She won’t talk to you boy, … Continue reading Lagos III - The chronicles, Part 4: Read between the Lines
‘Hello’ he said in a politely calm voice devoid of any impatience. ‘Hello Madam, Good Afternoon.’ ‘Feyi Ojo on the line, please how can I help you?’ ‘Madam, I’m Yomi Thomas from Nikon Hilson Hotel Glass House’ he giggled a little taking the mouthpiece away from his mouth. The other members of the team looked … Continue reading Excerpt 2 - An Overdose of Valium 5
Nneka walked away from the river with her water pot balanced expertly on her head. She hurried because the sky was getting cloudy and thunder was rumbling in the distance. Securing her wrapper, she looked down at her bare feet on the little, overgrown path that led back to the village, sighed and started her … Continue reading Our Life, Our Pain (Part I)
Another bomb-blast like the wind, it came so fast trapping us in an old mesh making our old wounds fresh when will it end we are finding it hard to fend as we live trying never to hate but that seems to be our fate we try to make peace but we end … Continue reading Another Bomb Blast
Kanayo took a deep breath, pushed the revolving door, and strolled confidently into the bank. He was sharply dressed in an expensive grey pinstripe suit, crisp white shirt, purple silk tie, and dark brown Ferragamo alligator shoes. He definitely looked the part. The young blonde woman at the customer service desk smiled up at him. … Continue reading Identity
I was mortal, the 4th alafin, Old Oyo’s warrior king, walked in the streets, hunt in the forest, drank oxygen daily, alas I killed myself, with lightning bolts, Did I die in peace? no,they made me a god, who beats drums, up in the clouds, a groovy god, rolling rhythms of thunder, foolish humans, 1700 … Continue reading Shango Laments
A CHRISTMAS TALE (BLOOD AND FIRE) I have a story for you, and I promise you, it is true… …. Christmas Eve, 2011. That’s when I find her. It is dark, almost midnight. The Christmas frenzy is at its most feverish pitch. The sound of fire-crackers-knockouts, as they are more popularly called-having heralded … Continue reading A Christmas Tale (blood And Fire) - Night Reaper
I sit outside my house, my mind clear and vacant. The sun shines mildly but brightly. I watch the trees sway, dancing to the energetic tunes of the wind. I ask myself, “do the trees really want to dance, or do they do so out of coercion?” Is there an understanding between the trees and … Continue reading Sounds Of The Wind
I spend my time alone Silent, Thinking Of someone special. We gaze into each other’s eyes Silent, The feelings we share Are too much for words. I lie in my room Silent, Tears dripping down I have lost a loved one. I sit at the far end Of a noisy moving bus Silent Looking out … Continue reading Silence and Journey to the Rock