They say every human being has 5 minutes of madness. Whoever made this statement simply does not know my mother or he wouldn’t have made this generalized statement. You know what they say, Nigerian mothers are crazy. My mom is actually extra crazy – crazy alone does not do justice to her. I used to… Continue reading MY MOTHERS’ MADNESS
The stench deep as the body of the dead peeping through a room abandoned for days. My stomach sensed an unwanted connection from the two openings sitting above my mouth and the lines on my face wrinkled into a frown. My younger brother seemed not to notice this odor in the air. We were driving… Continue reading SAN: IS FASHOLA PART OF THEM?
Blood dripped. Body jerked repeatedly. Temperature high. “Nurse, Nurse! Call the doctor, call the doctor!” Voices yelled. Everyone was in panic, busy and at alert. “Hi? I’m Dr. Ọnụ. How are you now?” The patient managed to look at the face from the sick bed. Everywhere was still misty in the eyes of the patient.… Continue reading …AND ỌNỤ HATED LOVE (part 1) by Chijioke Ngobili
They take me to the front of the house where everybody is waiting. They tie me to a big stick. They start praying. Everybody says amen. The prayer and the ‘amen’ sound like music that they all enjoy. I don’t enjoy it. It is what took place before Onome was burnt. Now, I am afraid… Continue reading AM I A WITCH? (part 2)
The strong, sweet smell of well brewed coffee and muffins in a chilly atmosphere is one of the first things you encounter when stepping out of London’s Heathrow airport on arrival. The hurried ambiance is intensified by the sound of marching feet and silent bag trolleys trailing an array of different colored people heading everywhere… Continue reading WILL THE REAL GENTLEMEN, PLEASE STAND-UP?
Tugo had been in the village for two days. That was the first time he had seen as many people gathered in one place- the market day. He still couldn’t believe he was there. His father had thought to send him there in order to revitalize their family business there- a farm. He had willingly… Continue reading STAYING FOR HER
I look at the man screaming at my feet, my prisoner, grinning as he groans. You might wonder why he groans. He is simply in pain. I have just chopped off his legs. His hands will be next. Before the chopping, I purged the evil out of him with my late mother’s pestle. He is… Continue reading AVENGERS: AN EYE FOR AN EYE
I am a serial killer. I am not sick. I wasn’t abused. I flung the newspaper aiming for the waste paper basket at the corner of the room but missed. If they are going to write about me, they should at least get the facts right. No-one understands me; not even me… The major challenge… Continue reading MAZE
Light came on and Maxwell opened his eyes immediately. “NEPA! The idiots have woken up,” he thought. He was lying on his side, near the edge of his oddly large bed. It colonized more than a third of his organized bedroom. Except for two condom wraps, a pair of Nike shoes near his crowded shoe… Continue reading IN BED WITH LADY ‘X’
Why do you choose to stay? Why? Tell me. Are you scared of what people will say? That you jump from one husband to another – that you have no shame. Tell me. How do you keep this heavy secret in your fragile heart and live everyday like nothing is ever wrong, feigning happiness and… Continue reading WHY DO YOU CHOOSE TO STAY