Burst Balls.
Fiction

Burst Balls.

I was sitting on the floor watching Mr. Ibu make a fool of himself, when uncle asked me to come sit on the bed next to him. “I’m fine here Uncle” I replied. “Is your bumbum not paining you? Come and sit here where you’ll be more comfortable.” he repeated, patting the space next to … Continue reading

Nsukka!
Non-fiction

Nsukka!

We fell into companionable silence as the bike sped through Igbo-Eze, heading for Nsukka. I registered the slight dip in the weather almost immediately and soon enough my teeth started to chatter from the cold. I wished for a moment that I had brought my NYSC jacket along, and hoped it wouldn’t rain.

Ten minutes or so later we arrive at Nsukka and as we rode past the main gates of UNN, I stared in puzzlement.

“This is the UNN? Choi” I can’t describe how exactly it looked, but I know it wasn’t the elegance I expected. Continue reading