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By Victoria Ige She sat by the window and looked out. The sky was a faded blue, the air cool but dry. They called it harmattan season. She turned to a photo of herself at the opposite side of the room – smiling shyly, cute. “Two”, she... Read More
Love and pain, which is stronger? Loss and longing, which one beats the other? Today, it’s just me and these walls, silence and the ticking of clock mum gifted me on my wedding, she said her own mother gave it to her. It is after serving Michael his... Read More
Dogwoods bloom white along the side of the street signaling early scenes of spring to come Sun shines clear on a bright blue day No glasses to shield the light Penetrate my open eyes Grant me a vision of purpose A beat-up Ford station... Read More
I read the message and deleted it, like he’d do mine. Not that I had a husband to hide it away from like he had a wife but I wanted to exorcise myself from reading his texts over and over, savoring the words and wishing I was the only woman he sent... Read More
Whenever I think about this race, It just must land me in a maze, For we dwell in hope and sorrow; We wail to bud and mourn to grow Fortune once picked on the fields, And, wealth profits our noble deeds, Now, in the pool of Black gold: We are... Read More
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
Click HERE for previous episodes “Why are we going to a prison?” I ask, the silence was becoming awkward. “It’s part of my duty as a priest to visit those in prison.” “I don’t know any priest who still does that” “You know... Read More