“Go ask your mother for the money, after all she has a job ehn!!!” My heart tighten in my chest as I hear my husband snap at our daughter, in reply to her request for the money to buy the book they were asked to get at school. I’m sure even a stranger overhearing his … Continue reading
“Madam, left or right?” The taxi driver’s question jolts me out of my reverie. Since I directed the taxi to bring me here – instead of the hotel where I’m supposed to be packing for an evening flight – I’ve been engrossed with thoughts of the past mingled with thoughts of how I would be … Continue reading
“Someone is crying outside.” I inform father, and head for the main door. My heart leaps and races with several thoughts as to why a girl would be crying so loudly at 11 p.m. “God. Let it not be that she was raped.” With questions lodged in my throat, I stare at the sobbing girl … Continue reading
“Nkechi. Bia, it’s like you don’t know how serious I am. I’m serious o. I like you very much and I want you to be my girl.” Nkechi twisted her fingers together, looking everywhere but at Chukwudi. She smiled sheepishly and swayed from left to right like a tree caught in a gentle harmattan breeze. … Continue reading
I had been working through what seemed as endless nights and torrid days. I hardly slept but yet I kept wishing my days had at least three more hours than the usual twenty-four so I could stay awake that much longer to catch up on lost time. As though that wasn’t enough, this so … Continue reading
don’t we grow up to become adult versions of ourselves? That I did, a rather very improved version, I grew up into. My name is Nene. And I think I was born a Sex Addict. Continue reading
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
I was up by 5a.m. and by 6:30a.m. Ridwan and I were jumping out of a moving Danfo at Bariga. The bus from Bariga to Jibowu suddenly stopped about 5 minutes from Jibowu. Fuel or a mechanical fault, Ridwan didn’t let us wait to find out. We hoped down and made the rest of the … Continue reading
I pace the room in anger mixed with worry, occasionally looking at Ebuka as he rolls around on his sleeping mat and mumble to himself. I bring out my phone to check the time. 10:53 it reads and my wife is yet to be home. Two days ago she had done the same thing, coming … Continue reading
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
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