I cannot say exactly when the scrawny hands of death snuck in but my guess is that it was by installments. Little by little, they tore away at the sacred threads that form the lofty fabric of womanhood, and then suddenly we see the woman no more. What we have in her stead is a … Continue reading Her Death!
RAINMAKER My name is Femi, I am a rainmaker, but before long it will matter little. ********** Kayode had approached me to make rain fall, and demanded I shouldn’t ask why. For that, he was quite willing to part with a large sum of money, half of a million dollars. “Make this rain fall with … Continue reading The Rainmaker
Mr. Manager © Folakemi Emem-Akpan Joshua straightened his tie and observed his face in the bathroom mirror. Without telling, he knew his face was lined with worry. He tried to paste a smile on his face. He had to appear confident, or Sarah would literarily have his head. And for heavens, it was his first … Continue reading Mr. Manager
She smiled, turned and left, her heart racing, her palms sweating as she waited for the call. It never came. No one would ever question her actions. When, 6 months after the relationship began, she noticed his odd new habit of taking his phone to the toilet, her gut told her something was off, but … Continue reading The Stones in her Heart
I’m writing this with my pen, my ageless pen, the only thing keeping me alive; I’m a pengician. Whoever you are reading this, know that you’re the next form of life, and the dead have risen up to the clouds. Our specie is a dying race because of Joe(another maker of ink magic); Joe resurfaced … Continue reading The Dead Will Rise
Nwajiugo Chidozie C. Before Today: I thought I would have wiped away your tears, Maybe by now your dream about me must have been real, That by now, you will look at my face and smile, at least that I am there, I thought by now I would have changed your old cloth box, Or … Continue reading Before Today
Lost years © Folakemi Emem-Akpan For five years I hid my eyes behind my hands. Figuratively. For the same five years, my sister hid away from me. Figuratively. And for five years, a wall of silence sat between us. Literarily. I sit in the living room of the home where we grew up together. Asides … Continue reading Lost Years
The doorbolt clicks quietly into place but to you it sounds like a bomb blast. Your husband is home. Somehow, you know something is not right. You continue to rock Andrea, your sweet baby, gently even though she has since fallen asleep. ‘Coward’,your mind whispers. You take a deep breath and go to Robert’s room. … Continue reading Murderer
A patch and a hope © Folakemi Emem-Akpan My back groans in protest as I heave myself to my feet. It’s been a grueling two hours, weeding, trimming, planting. Yet, the sorry excuse of a garden looks forlorn. Actually, it mirrors the despair in my heart, the terrifying loneliness, the pain. “Mom, have … Continue reading A Patch and a Hope
Babies making babies Congratulations! She gave birth to a baby girl, Said the nurse. “olorun a wo, olorun a dasi” (God bless and protect her) said another. “God bless the new born” “we thank God for this bundle of joy, may she be part of us in Jesus name” co-tenants of Aunty Folu also greeted … Continue reading Babies making babies
THE COUP A white fluorescent light beamed down to the dining table where a family of four sat down enjoying their dinner. ”Dad why don’t we always say the grace before eating? My teacher said thanking God for the food makes it taste better” asked David who was about six years old. ”No David praying … Continue reading The Coup
She wrapped herself in purple clovers while white petals poured down like rain and covered the cloud we were in. A flowered circlet on her head, she turned slowly and her long yellow-chiffon-maxi dress swayed along with her carefully formed hips. And she laughed—giggling sounds that erupted from deep within her never before free essence. … Continue reading Loving Her Quiet Away: Ufuoma Otebele
THE YOUNG AFRICAN WOMAN: RENDITIONS BY LILY AND THE BLOGGER “My future is so bright that I need a sunshade”, ” Close your eyes and they will not see your vision”, “the sky is your limit”, “whatever will be will be”. The aforementioned statements are among those things in life that spurs your thoughts and … Continue reading The African Woman
Dipo and Diya have been friends since you could remember your first name. I mean, even if you were older than they are, then their friendship were forged in heaven. They lived in the same neighbourhood, went to the same Primary School, the same Secondary School, the same University, different States for their Youth service, … Continue reading The Betrayer
My darling Romeo, Today makes it 6months and 24days since you have been gone. Each passing day, I hope for your return. I miss you so much that every time my phone rings, I wish it was you calling me. My heart still wants only you and no one else. It is amazing how you … Continue reading Letters to Romeo (Pt 2)