The entire village knew the day my new wife gave birth. Neighboring villages heard of it too. The news did not spread fast because Ladi was able to push a child out of her slim body, or break the bond of girl-child my two wives weaved. The news travelled far because the child she bore was not one who will
I sat down on a bench, flustered with frustration. “Why is the damn test taking so long?” I was about to jump out of my skin when I heard ‘hello.’ I looked at the figure suspiciously and turned away. He was not who I wanted to see. I have been sick with so many unusual symptoms. One of my friends
First time i laid my eyes on Kunle, he was leaning on a car at the parking lot of the University and talking to his three friends, Danny, Victor and Emeka. Yeah, those four went everywhere together, even though they were in different departments. But Kunle was in Medicine and Danny was in Pharmacy, so they sometimes had electives together.
“How do I write a tribute to death?” I pondered in her room looking at the pictures hanging on the wall. There she was in her matriculation gown smiling and looking alive. I hissed and looked away so the tears don’t see the picture too. I sat on her bed and my hands went under her pillows, there I found
It was Thursday morning and I was preparing to go to the farm. My husband and I have to keep our heads down and till the ground to feed the family. But something about today felt oddly out of place. I had a premonition that something bad was going to happen. The compound felt eerie and the place was usually
“Ake! Ake! Hurry up now! Do you want us to miss this? It will be like missing the coming of Jesus the day he’ll be sharing some of that gold from the street of heaven o!” Funto chuckled as her husband poured out his monologue. It won’t be the first or last time she has heard him making such statements.
I starred with teary anger at the plate of beans Sike dropped on the ragged mat. “What it is this?” I asked her, choking back the angry tears that welled up from the hungry depths of my stomach. The beans must have been the capital city of weevils in the neighborhood. They had big crack holes, still smelled of weevils,
Like unwanted weeds irritation grew within me. “Submissions for the anthology of poetry were requested from junior secondary school students only.” Leon explained the reason why disqualified had appeared above the poem submitted by a Senior Secondary School literature student of mine. “The poem could have been exempted from competing moreover there are more appropriate titles than disqualified.” I contended.
The end of the world for me meant writing my final examinations, and finishing secondary school. Two years after my senior school certificate exam I majored in the arts. Arts for me represented a world without restrictions. A world in which I was free to explore and recreate myself as a warrior or king like those in the Greek and
It was 6:00am as she heard the buzzing sound of her alarm device. “wake up sexy, it’s a beautiful day, ” it said. She set that as her wake-up tone to give her a little push and motivation to start the day with. Though she knows it’s completely false; it’s not gonna be a good, beautiful or whatever day as