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Teepzci – Tipsy Lady

Lady doesn’t speak English. She spits it like someone who just had a sip of vinegar served in a wine glass. She drags the words out of her mouth with a strong Eastern European accent and when I give her that look that says I am lost; she explains what she was trying to say […]

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THE CLUB OF GOD FEARING MEN: EPISODE 9

If she found his suggestion strange, her face didn’t give it away. In fact she glossed over it in a manner that suggested she had warded off many an unwanted proposition without blinking an eye. She chuckled lightly, saying; ‘I know this new place in Ikeja. Because it’s new, there aren’t so many people flooding […]

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Dear 6-month old me

Dear 6-month old me, You look rather chubby today; probably because I have been rubbing my eyes lately. Something is in my eye again. The right one itches all the time. I might get an infection if I don’t stop soon. But I’m not writing to talk about my eye. I have some questions for […]

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One song

This picture was captured from a clip I watched on Facebook a few weeks ago. It was such a profound experience watching this woman work magic with that guitar, and it inspired a story out of me. My very first Flash piece … ONE SONG “Nceda, Theresa … just one song.” She hid behind her […]

'My Sketchbook' finder: Revealed

Show yourself! My name is Ifeanyi Ifemeje, an Igbo boy from across the Niger, Imo state. I am the eldest in a family of six and spent the better part of my growing years in Benin. Arts? When? How? Why? I don’t really remember the when, but my mum says I started drawing in Primary […]

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My Sketchbook…lost but found!

Yes…really. In May’s edition of ‘The Lectern’, WAW featured a piece titled ‘My Sketchbook’ (read the whole piece here). In it, Hope told a heroine’s tale of pain suffered at the hands of love. The heroine gave her sketchbook to her lover; but every time she retrieved it from him, he had riddled it with […]

UNFORGIVEN – THE END

The dial tone came on as Ethel anticipated and she waited to hear her voice. Sheila. A name that would have been perfect for her daughter. “Hi Daddy!” Sheila’s voice was young and strong. “Hi Sheila. This isn’t your…daddy. This is…” “Please no. I beg you. Don’t do this, please,” Charles was begging, unashamed. It was […]

UNFORGIVEN X

…continued from UNFORGIVEN IX “What does this mean? Why would she have written this report? Are you saying she…” the import of what he was about to imply hit Ethel with a wave and she stumbled. “Eth, you okay?” Amaka asked. “No. No I’m not. That bastard had the guts to take me to the […]