Look at her, face set in serious lines as she types words that you can barely make out on her computer. You’re close enough to read, but as always, your mind is someplace else. She turns to you and points at a word on one of the stapled sheets on the desk. “Qualities,” you say. She is writing your book, typing out previously printed chapters so she can flesh them out. The bulk of it is copied from the internet, but she doesn’t know that yet. She’s pretty, but she’s no Jane – no one else is. Everyone knows she loves you; you’d have to
Mama Rashida’s insistent knocks woke Danny. He turned on his phone to check the time: it was 5:30 am and he knew he would be late if he didn’t hurry. He had planned to wake up earlier to beat the Ikorodu Road traffic, but he had been so tired when he got home the night before. And, he had gratefully wolfed down the big bowl of Eba with okro offered him by Mama Rashida. The woman could be crazy when she wanted her rent, but she was good to Danny, like the mother he didn’t have.
Buchi usually didn’t ask God for much; he preferred to work hard and save prayers for times when he needed a miracle. This was one of those times, so all the way home, he prayed. That God would smile on him. Before the gates slid open and he caught sight of her car in the garage, he knew she was home. He parked his car and walked the short distance to the house.
Salma was our village belle. In our eyes, she was perfectly formed: smooth, light skin that one could almost make out in the dark, and a face that could only be compared with, well, nothing. We had never seen anyone like her. Even our parents, some of whom came from the land beyond the village boundary rocks knew nothing, no one like her. She had bright, brown eyes, and it was difficult to look elsewhere whenever she turned them on anyone; they seemed to have a hypnotic quality to them. Her nose was straight, and her lips were pink and full. Her wild, black hair
This is old, and was written for a cause. Mrs. Felix, 30 I found Adaora on my way home from work one Tuesday. She ran right in front of my car and I had to apply the brakes suddenly. I ran out of the car to see if she was okay, and I found her just standing there, shocked. I asked where her house was but she didn’t know. She only knew her name and how old she was: 8 years old. I asked some of the people around, but no one knew her or where she was from. I took her to the Police Station, and
Aderibigbe stood to one side in the clearing, several feet away from the circle of dancing men. He shivered a little in the cold; he only had a white wrap around his waist. As he waited, the doubts of the past few days came back to him and his heart began to race. Many would argue that, at 18, he had become a man, but he didn’t think that much of himself. Even after weeks of learning rules and secrets, he didn’t feel prepared; what did he know about battles or ruling over people? He turned his eyes to Oluwo, who was seated across from the
“Simbi! Will you not answer my question?” Lalude came forward and kicked the pot of water that served as his wife’s mirror; the water rippled and her image blurred. She glared up at him “What? What question?” “Where are you going? You have been painting just your face for almost an hour!” “How is it your concern where I go and how long I take to get ready?” “What do you mean? Am I not your husband? Am I not the head of this home?” She laughed. “So, you’re the head of this home? First prove that you’re a man, then we can talk about heading a
Hi, here’s another duplicated post. As a child, I was taught that an older person is wiser and always right; they have been on the earth longer and have had more experiences than you, ergo, they deserve your respect. My people have a term for older siblings/people: “Egbon”. It means ‘one who is wiser’. But maybe after this little story, you’ll see why I disagree with that theory occasionally. My older sister and I were alone at home one day and she wanted to fuel the generator, so she picked up the keg containing the fuel and poured into the fuel tank. There is a