The Monk raised his eyes, and everyone fixed their gaze on his shaved face and full head of hair. He started to speak, trying too hard to steady his trembling voice. “You see, nothing prepares a human being well enough for the eventuality of death. He spends his whole life in spite of it, most …
Lekan was walking down from the ATM just beside the entrance to a popular Lagos market when everything went to shit. Like shit hitting the fan and spread round the four corners of the walls of his life. He was hearing commotion behind him but paid it no attention until he heard a woman scream …
Toy? How am I a toy? Do I look like a Teddy bear? But I don’t say anything. I don’t want Tosin’s daddy to be angry, and hit me again. ‘Wear your clothes sweetheart, you’re going for a little drive.’ He moves away from me and pulls out a jacket from his closet. Drive. The …
I watch as Tosin approaches me and see that he’s serious. He really wants to force himself on me. My mind is racing, what can I do? What can I say to stall him as I think of something? ‘Tosin. You don’t want to do this.’ I move a little to my side that’s facing …
Last night I dreamt of my neighbour’s horse. It’s not a real horse, just a little ceramic model perched on top of the gate, watching everything and everyone. It appeared like a real horse in the dream and it spoke to me. It told me that the time I was waiting for had come, I …
‘Good morning sweetheart.’ I feel Tosin’s daddy’s hands touch my cheek and try not to turn my face away. ‘I’m sure my clothes were able to keep you warm last night.’ I refuse to look at him and the hand that is touching my cheek squeezes my face forcing me to look at him. My …
Kapa. Kapa. Kapa._ The front door of the rickety shack swung on its hinges as a chill wind forced its way into the room. Taye looked back at the entrance, going bone-still. In one hand, he held on to his trusty flashlight, while in the other, his pistol sat ready, loaded to fire. _Kapa. Kapa. …
Ama didn’t understand why her mother was so panicky this night. Couldn’t comprehend why they were hurtling down the highway at 11pm at night. She was scared but didn’t say anything. What could she say in response? After all, she was only eight years old. Deep down she wondered if she could reason with her …
They keep testing my resolve. This time it’s a wooden sculpture of a little monkey. It was placed on top of a piece of paper which read; “Hey Monkey Boy, go back to Africa, your big-ass ape mama misses you” I looked about my front porch and checked my doors to make sure nothing was …
‘Lola fine! I’m sorry. I kept the truth from you. It wasn’t intentional. I was only trying as much as possible to protect you…’ It seems I have a bit of daddy in me or maybe it’s just the anger boiling inside of me. All I know is that I can no longer listen to …