A few months back, it would have been a death sentence just to walk these roads—gun or no gun. The war seemed to be truly at its end, and I was on the right side of that end.
Read MoreYou had gone to pick up the ornaments and decorations for your photographs and the two beautiful matching pyjamas you had ordered for yourself and him.
Read MoreShe was between the devil and the deep blue sea. The deep blue sea that led to Europe was better than the devil at home.
Read MoreCourage was foreign to me. It was something I couldn’t grab and make mine. But not that Tuesday.
Read MoreMonde was left to race against the sun, for the moment it set, the night entertained the dead.
Read MoreChiUkwu is called ChiUkwu for a reason. He is the only god with “ukwu” attached to his name. The Great. The Supreme. And what does a man so weak that the rains had beaten the melanin off him know about greatness?
Read MoreThey preach prosperity year in, year out, and during election tell you not to vote for a Muslim if you are a Christian. Or not vote for a Christian if you are a Muslim. Election is next year, you will see with your two eyes. That is if you do not leave the country oh. Anyway, you can watch from over there in the abroad.
Read MoreIce got him to stop talking
Read MoreBut your father wasn’t always like this. Before your birth, he was one of the sweetest men I had known.
Read MoreI am not sure he can hear me above all the noise: the honks of vehicles, the murmur of roadside traders, the barbershop loudspeaker, the screams of the conductors.
Read MoreThis book blends the fabrics of living the American dream, African (Ibibio) spirituality, and modern Nigerian reality to create a novel that captivates and leaves a lasting impression long after the final page.
Read MoreBefore you were born, your mother had had three miscarriages and two dead children: one was a stillbirth and the other lived for only one year.
Read MoreWhen she left my house that Sunday, smiling and dressed in my favourite white dress, my strawberry lipgloss shining on her lips, her hair pulled back in a ponytail, a beaded purse dangling at her shoulder, I hugged her and told her to be back before six.
Read MoreYou curl up on the bed trying hard to shut out the memory. When you close your eyes, you still see him glaring at you with bloodshot eyes; you can even perceive the marijuana stench that he wears like perfume.
Read MoreThere was only so much time before everyone else knew what she knew about bodies: they hide nothing and betray everything.
Read MoreYour dermatologist, Dr Patik, says it’d get better, but there is really no cure. You’re a wilting tree.
Read MoreHe cooed over our newborn and gently stroked his cheek, smiling in unabashed adoration.
Read MoreYou pushed the doctor into the waters of desire and made him drown in it. What is it about sorrow that makes humans just want to do sensual things?
Read MoreSometimes, my roots—Ife, Babalawo, his cowries, the gods, maami—they make it hard not to believe.
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