Going My Way

Going my way... I'm just going my way.

I mind my business; mind yours too.

Don't look my way;

There is really nothing to see.

Do not sink your curious fangs in me…

Do not make me a distraction from your own raggedy path.

Or you pay the price as prey. 

Wetin Sege No Go See for Garage?

My name na Segun, people dey call me Sege, and na agbero work I dey do. For this my work ehn, e no get anything wey my eyes no dey see. I go just dey garage dey hustle jeje, na so I go dey see orisirisi things.

It Ruins

Ibadan was enveloped in grey wetness that evening, the type that is gloomy to some, but comforting to others who are either in a warm bed or eating a plate of steaming amala and ewedu soup.

Clout Chase

Love Thy Neighbour (final part)

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Ben flipped through Oma’s nude pictures on his phone, his index finger caressing parts of the images that held his eyes as his mind roamed wild; her breasts, her thighs, her pubic region. He had never felt this much power in his entire life, this ability to get another adult do his bidding completely. Thoughts of all he could make her do had his imagination buzzing as his eyes consumed her pictures.

Love Thy Neighbour (pt 2)

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Oma opened the door and was surprised to see him again. She had changed from the sleeveless top and ankle length skirt she wore earlier to her white nurse’s gown, apparently ready for the day’s work.

“Sister, I came to say thank you again,” Ben lied. “I am really grateful.”

Love Thy Neighbour

Ben hesitated at the door, hand frozen mid-air in the knocking posture.

What if she embarrasses me, creates a scene and makes me feel even less of a human than I already do?

#ElectionDay Palaver

He was at his polling unit, dressed suavely in matching Tee and shoes. It was 9am in the morning and he looked ready to actively play his part in deciding the country's future.

Guilty Until Proven Innocent (final part)

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“Please, don’t take me back to that cell… those men in there will hurt me,” Sale tried to plead with the corporal to no avail. He was roughly pushed back into the cell.

Guilty Until Proven Innocent

“My day cannot get any worse,” Sale said despondently to himself as he stared at the long line of cars that trailed out in front of him. “Of all times to be caught up in a hold up, this is the worst!”

The Plan (final part)

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Finding his way back to Aunty Njideka’s office turned out not to be as easy as he had expected. He trekked to the bus stop and took a bus that would take him to the spot they had stood at earlier that morning. However, being just a ‘Johnny-just-come’, he forgot the exact name of the bus stop and did not notice when the bus went past it. It was only when the bus got to the very last stop that he realized he had missed his way.

The Plan (pt. 3)

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Ikenna heard his uncle snarl at the lady to keep quiet and hand him her handbag. When she did not respond, he saw him bring out something from his pocket which to his horror turned out to be a knife. “See this knife? If you no co-operate, I go stab you.”

The Plan (pt. 2)

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Uncle Chudi’s gravelly voice droned on, but Ikenna was not listening anymore, his mind had drifted once more to thoughts of food. 

The Plan (pt. 1)

“You are not paying attention!” his uncle’s harsh voice brought Ikenna back to reality, away from his fantasy about food. It was not his fault that he wasn’t concentrating on what Uncle Chudi was telling him; it was the fault of his complaining stomach and the aroma of fish stew that drifted from the rickety canteen nearby.

Cinema Irritants

I was seated in a cinema, watching my favourite kind of movie, a spy thriller. But I could not enjoy it as I usually would because I was finding it hard to concentrate, all thanks to the annoying, endless whispers from the couple just to my right.

No Country for Fetishism

Love Charm (final part)

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Smiling triumphantly, I went to the dining table and began dishing out the food into some plates I got from the kitchen.

But just as Jeff closed his laptop and stood up to join me, the door opened and in came Senator, bustling in with his flowing agbada and trailed by his driver and another man who had some of his luggage. I was shocked. He was supposed to be back at 6pm, Jeff had been so sure of that!

Love Charm

“Baba, I just want this man to love me like crazy. If you can give me something that will make this happen, I will be very happy. Money is not a problem,” I whined in Yoruba.

Your Bag Or Your Life

Armed Robber 1: Oya, make all of una come down from the bus, sharp sharp! Una money o, phone o, jewellery o, make una drop everything for ground here.

Bathroom Encounter

The chilly, harmattan-clogged air bit right into Idaya's bones as she trudged with her bucket of slushing water to the outdoor bathroom of her face-me-I-face-you building.