Literary works

We are told to count our blessings, to focus on the beautiful things in life and to make peace with our past, but each...

The sun burns your dark skin, and the loud fuji music blasting from the speakers makes your ears bleed. "This or...

My father told me stories of greasy afros and dusty feet, smooth leather shoes, quaking hips, beer foam and love...

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust," the Pastor said in our dialect. I mulled over the implications, the finality of...

'I am lonely'. Suddenly the air becomes too heavy, and your nostrils flare in a struggle to breathe. You see...

I draw my jacket closer to my dry skin that should, by now, be invaded with goosebumps, and my gaze...

Sneeze! A little action that involves expelling mucus filled with irritants from the nasal cavities. A little...

If Ahmed had known, if only he had known. The morning of the presidential election dawned grey as if in the tentative...

The night the first rains came was when I finally found the courage to tell Chike that he was going to be a father...

When Malam Salisu died three months ago, he came back two days later. I saw them bury him, shrouded...

The year was 1966. The country had just experienced its first coup. The nation was tumbling from its roots...

Maybe not everyone, but after losing somebody dear, most people want their consolers...

I sought the feeling of pain, So I punctured my ears and nose and wore golden stars on them had dark lines...

When Obinna died, the big, ugly clock in the sitting room did not stop ticking. It would beat for five more...

This window seat is perfect, though dusty it may be, To look outside at wandering souls and think...

In the first days after Funmi ended things, you simply refused to believe that it was nothing more than another fight...