Literary works

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

It's been almost a decade since your dad died, but you remember it as if it were yesterday. He was wearing his navy...

Your waist beads glimmer under the faint light illuminating your room from the bulb on your ceiling. You like...

Death has its underbelly, the subtle finality, gone to be no more. Die and end our miseries. I mentally wave off the

I flip through the pages of my mind nondisruptively — a boy in a manger, star in the sky, preacher on the...

Three times he had tried–picked up the pen, put it down, almost written a word. The other students...

It’s like clockwork: our love. You wake up each day and sit at your desk. I wake up too and watch you do your thing...

The men who put numbers to the crates bite their beer-soaked lips and shake their drunk, little heads at...

A woman's wedding day is her happiest day, right? Well, it's not like that for Bolu. Her wedding day was...

I don't talk to strangers. What I mean is, I don't have unnecessary conversations with service people. If I have an appointment with a...

My father's father made love to the earth. He worshipped it, bent towards its rising sunafter rising run and fed it sweat that...

Chinyere says Love is like a drug, it wears off, and one needs to top it up to make the feeling last. Some days, I return to find steaming..

For most humans, greed was the driving force that hurtled them to the doorsteps of Ìyá Alaanu’s ibùdó. However, they always left more...

You have come to associate full moons with bad luck. It was on a night with a full moon that you pushed out your child, still...

The cut on my head must have been deeper than I thought. My white blouse was already drenched in blood...

THE thing about poison is that a small quantity is often a lethal dose, while a substantial amount gets forcefully ejected by...