Hey guys, Suyi here. Over on Facebook, I’ve been trying to show everyone how I make time to read and write amidst a busy life. Chisom blocked me one night at the car park and asked why I wasn’t sharing this juicy info with you guys. So, because I feared for my life, I had to succumb. […]
If Tomorrow Never Comes | By Mimi Dauda | Fiction
Isn’t it funny how everything becomes urgent only when you have little time to do them? Think about it. That last project you stayed up all night to complete, only because you had a deadline to beat the next day. Well then, having six months to live feels the exact way. Talatu is seated beside […]
Dear Mother
Dear Mother, I hate cooking. I. HATE. COOKING. You know it never came naturally to me. I’ve always had to write down your recipes because I never really understood the entire concept of cooking. At first, I worried that maybe there was something wrong with me, I mean, every ‘normal’ girl should know how […]
Poets’ Thursday: A Minute’s Silence
Who ever gave a minute’s silence for the fallen heroes Who ever took out time to say a silent word of prayer for the warriors Who ever gave a token to support the injured and the veterans Who ever sang a song extolling their bravery and loyalty Yet we sleep at night in warm […]
Poets’ Thursday: Lifeless
I knew a girl once, a real fire-starter Zestful Zeeba, petite trouble-maker I knew a girl once, Feels so long ago The passion, the adventure; where did it all go? Isn’t the essence of life to live? Isn’t the essence of love to give? Isn’t the essence of hate to inflict wounds so deep, […]
Poets’ Thursday Review: Growing Up
Growing Up read to me more like a reflection than a poem. It felt like those thoughts you’d get on a day when something monumental, often times negative, has happened in your life as an adult. Maybe you’d just broken up with your boyfriend of two years… Perhaps you quit from your piss-poor job of […]
My Naija Heat Schedule
I dunno which is worse: the heat or NEPA. Now lemme intimate you guys with my ‘heat schedule’ everyday: 7:30 P.M.: Comes back from work, PHCN takes light immediately I step into the sitting room. 7:35 P.M.: Puts on Generator. 7:40 P.M.: Makes dinner and eats. 8:30 P.M.: Showers and makes some calls while lying […]
Poets’ Thursday: BROTHERS IN ARMS
This is the end where it all began The shores whence it unsank Alone on this melancholy train I stood forlorn filled with disdain Hatred consumed my soul And anger burnt like fresh coal For it was on this spot We took our first shot We were filed with life and young And the taste […]
Jos
Word length: 400-500 words Jos, 24th Dec 2012. “Mama, I’ll be back by Sunday,” I shouted into the phone as the tricycle sped to the popular tomato market along Bauchi ring road. I noticed some young men loitering in a corner and my chest tightened a bit. I quickly chided myself for being paranoid. […]
TO BE HONEST, I’M SCARED
When I was in Primary school, I always looked forward to break time. Whenever the bell went off, Precious, Sopuru, Ogechi (bless her soul), Lola, Chioma and I would go behind the Administrative block close to the generator house to play our girl games. “Who stole the meat from the chicken pot, izit nur you […]