Titun Owurọ 1. Olúfúnmiláyọ̀ The morning was calm and gave no hint of what was to come. The healed wounds of sixty-one years would be peeled. “Grandma, one baba is here to see you,” Owólabí said as he led me to the room where he entertained the said baba. I always believed that a smell couldn’t bring back memories, but his scent brought me back to my youth. I had been in his arms too long...
You’re in the kitchen when the phone rings for the third time that evening. You don’t check who it is because you already know, you didn’t have to check the first two times either. There was no mystery surrounding the ‘ who ‘. It might have been a different story if you didn’t know the ‘ why ‘ but you knew. And it wasn’t a different story. You...
ONE “Let’s quit Jason.” Samantha said. She was afraid to look directly into his eyes. But she had to,in order to prove her boldness. There were broken glasses scattered everywhere in the sitting room. The kitchen tap was rushing which made water overflow into the sitting room. The house was a mess.“Look into my eyes and tell me you don’t love me,”Jason screamed...
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‘Kedu bu nke a!’ The driver roared, amidst hitting the air bag, and halting the car. I opened my eyes lids, and sat upright, to comprehend the situation. Before I could fathom the ongoing event, a man from a bus passed across ours, fumingly opened the car and ranted insults on the driver. He is the conductor of the bus, as there is still another man behind the static wheel, gesturing at our car...
My name is Effy and this is my story.My childhood was not normal. I remember moving across various states for one reason or the other. So making friends wasn’t really necessary because I know I might leave pretty soon. But everything changed when we moved to Lagos.During one of the Christmas holiday, I boarded a bus going to Yaba to buy some Christmas wears and that’s where I met...
‘If you perceive me behave cynically, Lagos turned me so.’ ************** ‘Park 2, Park 2, Park 2.’ The conductor on the approaching bus, yelled. I waved my hand to stop it. I lifted my heavy luggage to board it, the unnerving conductor scorning at me. ‘This is Lagos, alaye enter, make una hurry.’‘May you please help me with the luggage? It is quite heavy. ’He lifted my luggage and threw it in...
This is the first chapter of this book by the author, go check out their profile for more. ….. “E ra ata e se be!”The pepper hawker chants with a bowl of spices heavily rested on her head and flies hovering around her as she treads through the market amid several hawkers. It’s a sunny morning at Obanikoro market, as always. The road has many potholes, but people and...
You don’t want your relatives coming around because death is not another reason to party like it is ninety nine. Aunt Christabel arrives first, her silver rosary inconspicuous against her pink blouse and blue wrapper she is putting on. Her makeup reminds you of the village and earlier images of the deceased before you were born in the photo albums; her very thinly drawn eyebrows, amateurly...
During lunchtime, you will have takeaway deliveries with Obumneke in her office as usual, where you both will laugh and gist about Instagram blogs, Lagos life or her latest boyfriend. And even though she doesn’t mean to hurt you even more; even though you’ve told her to stop pitying you, Obumneke will not help it. She too will flash you that concerned, confused...
