What my Mother Means When She Says, “May the Road be Kind to You”
Before the bus hits the road, mama would lean against the white Benue Links bus — which always has a bright red and deep green strip running through it– and mutter a prayer the same way she did the first time I left Gboko for…
Men Like God, An Essay By Owolabi Awwal Olanrewaju
Owolabi Awwal Olarenwaju calls us out for not showing enough respect to military men who walked right into the arms of death to see to our collective safety. He insists that we must remember them. The fallen heroes, whose bodies were feasted on by scavengers…
I Wriggled Out of His Grip- A Sexual Assault Story
Are sexual assault stories like yawns? That when someone in a room O-s his mouth in a yawn, we suddenly feel like yawning?
WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A WRITER IN MY COUNTRY
I come from a country where a writer is a sorry blabber until s/he gains international recognition. Every budding writer is waiting for the dove from the west to descend at the baptism of a huge award and declare: “This is a writer in whom…
All The Madness Around Here
Whether or not Charly Boy was born with a placard in his hand, I know not, But his words: “Our mumu don do” must not be left to burn in the fireplace of sentiments Because medicine for many of the ailments that plague our society,…
One of you
Do not ask me again Why I hop from tree to tree like a monkey It is because I am in a frantic search For healing herbs for my bedridden country And just as the thunder’s applause welcomes the rain And the torch of lightening…
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