How Does it Mean to be Lazy? A Short Story By Joses Adewara
It is rare to read a story that wittily humorous and didactic at the same time. This story by Joses Adewara from the second point of view attacks the reader and admonishes him all at once. It was such a delight to review this piece….
Angry Tangled Traps, A Short Story By Ephraim Orji
In Angry Tangled Traps, Ephraim Orji writes about a little girl named Kelechi and her struggle to accept herself. The story is the story of many a little girl in the diaspora and a handful of black girls who wonder why they are so different….
Episode Two: Beautiful Pieces
Written By: Josh Effiong TRISHA “Good morning ma’am” a familiar voice greeted as she stepped into the premises of her workplace. “What’s good about the morning?” she asked. One foot in, “Hey…Good morning” It was Smith, her colleague. As she ransacked her handbag to get…
Beautiful Pieces: Episode One
Written By: Josh Effiong BRYAN It had been a very long weekend. Starting off from Saturday, after returning home at 1:00pm, Bryan dashed into the restroom to have a quick shower before figuring out what he would have for lunch. With a white towel wrapped…
Returning Home III
By the time Fatima got to her mother’s hut, she was already very exhausted. She landed heavily at the doorstep. Her mother who had been awakened by footsteps approaching her hut was peeping through the window to see who it was. “I would catch the…
Broken Ships
The first time Vivy met him, she had just left the library and was cycling to her hostel that evening. She was wearing a pair of blue shorts, a cream T-shirt and a face cap to match. With her tablet in a backpack strapped to…
Jerome
Those who lag behind in life’s race, are they God’s specimens to the experimental end of eliciting our gratitude?
Memories, the clay with which we hold our demons.
On cool evenings like this, when my fingers hurt and my palms get really pale, I crawl into my bed, wrap myself away and listen to Don Williams. Then I wonder why death lets us sip from a glass of fine wine, only to tickle our throats till we spill the wine to its very last droplet.
