My bags are packed and ready to go. It has been eight months and I still live out of my suitcase. Today would have been sixty-one days from the day I started checking off the dead days. The days I dreamt of home, of warm embraces and bright faces. I practice my reaction for when I will see you again.
THE ESCAPE (a short story by Shedrack Opeyemi Akanbi)
Kunle lets the phone fall off his ear. He leaves his mother’s voice vibrating on the mattress. He goes to the fridge but he doesn’t take anything. He rests his head on it instead.
SPECIAL PROVISIONS (a play by R.C Ofodile)
Money no dey for country now. People can’t even hustle to eat. How can they make new shirts and trousers? Even the city market is closed. I never see that kind thing before.
WHY ARE BOYS LIKE THIS? (a short story by Oppong Clifford Benjamin)
Boys who are approaching their 30s with big dreams in their hearts and a taste for luxury and glamour live in some kind of imaginary world. The above statement will...
A HOUSE WITHOUT HOME (a poem by Ayeyemi Taofeek)
Where is the last path on this map? Where does it leads? The end or the beginning of endlessness? I'm exhausted cramming every escape route that leads out of this...
OCHI by Agbalokwu Chibuike
"More towns men are still coming. Would we wait till what time?" Okelekwu was visibly disturbed as he looked around the crowded pub. Crowded in relative to the discreet meeting...
HOME MEMORIES by Gideon Cecil
It was the August holidays and school was closed. Rose Hall Town was a very hectic Town many churches were hosting fun days and the Town was hosting all sorts...
THE LETTER by Gbenga Emmanuel
No 6, B division, P.m.b 419, Akure Ondo state. 13th of June, 2018. Dear Papa, After six years of divorcing Mama, we toll in nostalgic. But I would wish...
REGRET by Olisaemeka Gerald Njoku
I was a happily married lady. I had the husband every woman prayed for. Mike (my husband) was of average height, dark, rich and so caring. He worked with the...
…AND ỌNỤ HATED LOVE (part 2) by Chijioke Ngobili
Pangs of unrest and signs of troubles to come were gradually hovering around the thoughts and feelings of Ọnụ, for he felt things heavily when they’re about to come. Whatever...