by Akinsola Oluwatunmise Akin The sun blazed down with austerity as various cars drove into the compound of chief Popoola, the party chairman. This was to be the final meeting before the election. In a short while, everyone was settled. Olusola Benson,... Read More

Here is where all the survivors come, a morsel of bread in the morning, two servings of rice at noon, tuwo at night. It’s same everyday but it is better than no food. Every day more and more people come into the camp and the food servings... Read More

He said he thought I was pretty, that my smile reminded him of his mother. I smiled even more.   It was at the park, this new space of comfort I had discovered. I’d often go there and listen to the wind, its music, notes dancing into each... Read More

“You are a freaking lunatic! Lonely ass bitch, you think you can drop your frustrations on everyone. Go look for who go shine your Congo, na so so cobwebs full am!”  Her words pierced through my ears like sword. “You fucking dispensation of... Read More

Click HERE for previous episodes Saturday   Mum and I get to church earlier than the usual time, I had pushed that we go earlier just so I can ascertain he is the one taking confessions that Saturday but that isn’t what I told her, I told... Read More