The yellow Danfo oozed of damp upholstery and the faint, metallic tang of old rusty metals. I pressed my forehead against the vibrating window of the almost rickety bus dancing its way down the streets

I had always threatened to move out as a kid whenever Mummy would shout at me. On that particular day, I knew it was my sign to leave. Mummy had just shouted at me for emptying her talcum powder on the

Vacancy At Dinner Our dining room was never just like a random room in the house. A simple square space with cream-painted walls stained by years of cooking smoke and hands, with a window that was never

The Fool I Needed To Be I raised my hand before I realized it was too late to change my mind. The lecture hall was already hot that Wednesday afternoon, the kind of afternoon heat that sticks to your back,

Mama Chinedu had promised to teach me how to cook her native soup, the one I had watched her make countless times but never managed to get right on my own. So that particular Saturday evening, after I

That weird feeling never announces itself, or its arrival. Just quietly it appears, just the way dust settles on a white cloth. That Tuesday, my room held me in, shielding me from the harsh heat in Lagos.

The small can is on the ground, Family and friends have all gather around. Waiting for the special reveal. Would it be a boy or a girl to be. Blue the say would be a boy. And pink a girl. Suddenly, pink

"Useless! Rotten, muddy sludge-trap!" The roar of the river swallowed Musa’s scream. He stood in the stern of their narrow wooden boat, shaking a net that seemed like a little pull would tear

Deep in the heart of the village of Oakhaven, where snow fell like powdered sugar and chimneys hummed with the scent of pine, lived an old woodworker named Sila

I jerked up from the bed. Something felt off. Something I couldn't pinpoint immediately. I listened but it wasn't there. Lagos wasn't announcing its morning properly. Lagos wasn't awake. I stood up and

Fume The room felt wrong. As my eyes flickered open. It wasn't hot. It wasn't cold. It was just wrong like the air on earth wasn't oxygen anymore. At first, I blamed it on stress. Of course, stress has

A Little Like Home The cold that hit me that morning as I stepped out of the train station was the kind of cold that sneaks under your jacket to settle inside your bones. Sunderland smelled of wet snow

Pic1000: Glacier We sailed past the glacier with your hand in mine, The world was so still, like we were the perfect characters I loved how you laughed as the snow kissed your hair, and I thought such

What I See A small girl in a red hood walking behind a big black wolf. They are in a quiet forest with orange leaves falling everywhere. The wolf looks a little scary but also calm. The girl doesn’t look

I woke up with a heavy heart that morning. But trust me, I had no plans of crying. The bright sun burnt my feet as I stood in front of my apartment staring at Mama Chinedu's door. Unlike every other Saturday,

The Fall Of Mama Chinedu It was a quiet Friday, the kind of day I had sought for weeks. There was no work for me that day. It was officially a public holiday. The kids were home too. There was no school.

Picture Prompt- A Worker And His Dog He bends to fix what’s broken, Hands busy but steady, giving it his all. Dusty clothes, sweaty face, It's all work but no fun Beside him is a friend with patient eyes.

Without Credit I remember the loud chatter at the office that morning. The slightest sound of fingers tapping restlessly against keyboards was as if I had a band group playing in my head. The fluorescent

I Let Him Slip Away

The King’s Curse The night Prince Dawit was born, the sky over Axum darkened, cloudless. The stars hid as if they were scared, and a weird, heavy breeze blew. There was panic in the land, especially in