We teach boys to shrink themselves; to make themselves smaller. We say to boys: You can be fashionable but not too much. You should aim to look good but not too good otherwise you’d threaten the woman. Because I am male, I’m expected to aspire to monochrome. I’m expected to make my fashion choices always … Continue reading We Should All Be Fashionists
“A moistened clay merged with grains of dust and sand” It was one of those days. A friend of mine was visiting and we were having the usual men gossip when she said: “Q, see I don’t get all those talks about me not sleeping over at my boo’s house o…I mean how the hell … Continue reading SPENDING THE NIGHT-Sincerely Q
Tradition says a man can marry As many women as he can care for On the condition that he loves them equally Haaaaaaa ! How possible is it to love four different women the same way? When even the love a mother has for Her children are different ? How possible is it for me … Continue reading Polygamy
Hot sex for hot petrol in contemporary Nigeria.
So it was like several months after my friend’s wedding when all the photos and videos of the wedding were flowing in like water that I finally decided to ask her. I was prompted to do so mostly because…eh…I couldn’t get it. The smiles and grins in the photos were damned too authentic and because … Continue reading “All them marriage revelations”- Sincerely Q
I am fed up with hearing about virtue Such talk is but a broken record to my ears My conscience is tired And I must voice my secret thoughts and desires Without fear, shame or judgement I want to be the one who doesn’t have to be judged by marital status Doesn’t have to cook … Continue reading Without Shame…
It was in February 2014 that Ma-Ma (pronounced Maa-Maa) got married. Maa-Maa is what I call my eldest sister, please do not ask how it connects her name. It is a moniker culled from the very last syllable of her native name. It sounds awkward right? Life itself is very awkward! More so, Maa-Maa can … Continue reading ‘MaaMaa’
FIVE In Agbadi’s low roofed hut, the long queue jerked forward slowly. The room was already very full and deafeningly noisy. On the far end of the room, there crowded with old men, drinking palm wine and the foreign gin which cost ten pounds a bottle. Practically the whole community gathered at Agbadi’s hut … Continue reading Once Upon A Letter (5)
Fifteen hard slices of bread later, Chinonso was stooped over the partly cracked ceramic bowl of the WC which had long since turned brown with age. He was puffing and sweaty; his eyes glazed. His shirt and boxer shorts were strewn on the floor in a heap just outside the door, flung there with abandon. … Continue reading Serious Business In the Oval Office
I don’t like going to local churches ,saying this will make you think am picky,of course I’m and I will tell you why. Last Sunday experience was off the hook Earlier today I woke up from the wrong side of my bed, that’s if I ever had a wrong side, but what woke me up was a boomy knock on my door.it was my mum,she was all set for their local Church and the name which I don’t want to reveal,but it is a real local Church. With the morning pleasantries, she said majiri get ready you are coming to Church with me, refusing would have been a mere talk because she was determined and I said to myself local experience, I don’t want anymore but thought that I can do with it only for today, since I woke up from the wrong side which I don’t have and I need a good guffaw to straight my muscles. So I got ready and we were up for Church. On reaching there the service has already began.my dad dropped me,my mum and baby sister before he zoomed off.my mum told me to carry my little sister and I sat four seat at the front from her.while sitting a young man walked to the Church and sat close to me,I said hi to him only then I knew he was a stammerer. A glimp of smile came across my face and I knew the guy was trouble. Before the real service began a man stood at the pulpit and announced that,if there is anybody who can play a keyboard and to my surprise the stammerer stood up,I nodded and said in my mind “yea this is trouble”.the young man was ushered to the altar to play the keyboard. To cut the long chase,after the usual church activities at the middle of the pastor’s sermon,who was a short muscular man only his face signifies an animoulistic anger in him. He raised a music and while he was singing the keyboardist who is no other person but the stammerer was trying his possible best to play to the song,but the organ wasn’t in rhyme. So the pastor signalled him to play in accord to the music and in a minute later the pastor said it loud in the microphone”can’t you play this organ”?To my own view the stammerer was already infuriated and that was the truth. Suddenly the pastor change the music and dancing towards the keyboard, with force while hitting it he said aloud in the microphone Tap,Tap the Keyboard Tap it.With a furious anger the keyboardist place his hand uunder the piano as he tries to stand up and the next minute the keyboard was smashed on the pastor’s face. Immediately my kid sister pee on my trouser,I rushed out to where … Continue reading My Local Church
It was an argument neither of us was going to win. He was wrong I was wrong, he was right and I was right and whether we wanted to admit it or not; Good girls will always be attracted to bad guys and vice versa. It is basically the theory of attraction, simple! … Continue reading THE THEORY OF ATTRACTION- Sincerely Q
A kiss or two maybe? Because things have been too mainstream lately? So you seek a twist to your skirt-hopping assignments and deem me worthy of some emotional torment? I’d say thanks for the ironic compliment Of you being attracted enough to attempt making me a wanton pet But what’s this!? Right now I’m choking … Continue reading What Do You Want Really?
The loud chime of our old,grandfather clock woke me up rudely. I rolled hesitantly on our ruffled,family sized mattress with a frown on my face. It was the only mattress in our one bedroom apartment which was occupied my family; a family of four. ” Bode! Are you still on the bed? Won’t you go … Continue reading Almost Eighteen : Voter’s Card Palaver
FOUR ‘Go on…’ everyone demanded. Catechist just imagined how they would take the message if he read it to them. If I read this letter, Abgadi might get sad and refuse to pay me. Considering the fact that I got messed up on my way here, I deserve something big. He reasoned and concluded on … Continue reading Once Upon A Letter (4)
” Here she is ! ” He exclaimed heartily as he courteously pulled out a chair for her at the table. Tera’s eyes darted back and forth at the people seated in the restaurant. She disliked Emerald’s countenance and appearance for subtle reasons which she couldn’t quite explain. The clinching of wine-glasses at the table … Continue reading Tales of Tera 8