Sorry it took me this long. Work and all that. ____________ so very broadly, plagiarism is when one person uses another person’s creative work (music, video, painting, writing and so on) without properly crediting the orignal creator of the work. Okay I made that up (it applies to written works). It is a bad thing because […]
Ramiya II
The second time i met Ramiya, there were no fireworks. There were, however, tiny adrenaline worms crawling up my veins when she texted me “i’m in class. let you know when i get out”. I should have been watching straight outta Compton with the guys at Yorkdale but this was definitely more important in the […]
Beni’s Cross
It was a big day for Beni. That interview he had long desired just came through and he did not want anything to stop him. He tried to convince himself that this time the job was his, standing in front of his cracked mirror, his hair reflecting in four unequal parts definitely needed to be combed. […]
Autumn Leaves
I love the sound of the word. Autumn. It makes me think of “automatic” and the word ‘column”. Columns make me think of Greece and Rome and the collapse of empires. The Fall of empires. Maybe this is why the Americans call Autumn “Fall”. Because the leaves drying up and lining the streets with red […]
John Mangoseed III
A tiny insect was crawling up my left leg. That was how I knew the feeling had returned to my skin. It tickled. It started slowly from the sole of my feet. Those callused feet that my mother would have killed me for if she knew i still had them. When I was a boy, […]
Dumebi my Madam
When I say I’ll do something, I WILL do it eventually after several years of procrastinating. I have promised and promised to eventually write this but every year something stopped me. In 2012, I was one of the anxious young people summoned to the almighty Law school for the experience that would allegedly turn […]
Monsters
None of it was real after all. I’d been dreaming for a whole year. A dream that had 365 sub-dreams, inception-style. I’d lived in this bubble that I guess everyone lives in until it pops and the world shows you that it’s a harsh place where being a gentleman is practically invitation for pain. Everyday […]
Omo
I have always loved you Omo. First as a friend to make splashes in those rain puddles as we toddled home from school in kindergarten. I didn’t know any other kind of love. We would play for hours and you would forget to go home until your parents came for you. Your mom would […]
Maiduguri V
Quick one, friends. 1. I’m struggling with Internet network here. That’s I’ve not been able to respond to comments and some messages. The posts you get to read actually go through many trials before scaling through. Kindly bear with me. 2. A young woman in Lagos whose life intersects mine is a year older today. […]