Fiction

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Trapped With a Church Girl

All my attention was on Sandra, my eyes have been on her for the few Sundays I have worshipped with the Church. Sandra wasn’t too beautiful, but she has this shape that will definitely get your attention and keep your eyes fixed to her hips. She has a sexy contour almost like that of a Gotv remote. She is the best-dressed usher very kind and quite.

The Labourer Who Eats His Scalp

My eyes swept over the room in an unconscious ritual. I was unsurprised that only five out of the twelve family leaders were currently seated in their allocated space at the centre. The women were draped in flamboyant tops and wrappers, gele delicately shaped like spiral steps and the men in agbadas that showed off…

Minna, Saturday: God’s Army (Part 5)

Emeka was the only one in his family to remain with his father’s Catholic roots, even though he could not remember when last he stepped foot in a church building. Amara came first for him. Well, she used to, until GSW. His mother’s dogmatic attention to the words ‘bible-believing’ had never availed either of them the chance to really agree together

Minna, Saturday: Two Naira For Alms (Part 4)

In the five years Sefullahi worked for Kazeem, he was awarded employee of the year for the last two, and everyone rejoiced with him, including Kazeem’s sons Rukayatu and Raheem, who from day one, accorded him with such venom that Sefullahi eventually decided to stay away from them to avoid being unknowingly done in. Rufiyat, on the other hand, begun with vile towards him, or he thought so, until the day she startled him with a kiss that he immediately reciprocated

Minna, Saturday: Saving Grass (Part 3)

Service lasted three hours and every time the Holy prophet raised his voice to shout a declaration of grace, the exact same sensation overwhelmed Amara. Her joy knew no bounds. Her story was changing indeed. At a point, she thought her body could not take it anymore, but she persevered. As benedictions began, the sensation took on a more lengthened stream, and along with it came a fast-rising sexual tension

Minna, Saturday: A Righteous Warrior in A Son (Part 2)

At the market front, Rufiyat jumped a little when her name was called from a distance. All the way from her son back to the market had been a sluggish drift of aloofness. Emeka, her neighbour trader in onions at the market, who had become something of a second son slash friend to her was the one who called. She touched her face to ensure there weren’t any traces of tears on them. “It’s past three, Rufiyat. You missed our break. Where did you run off to? What did that woman say to you?

Minna, Saturday: The Bible-Believing Mother [1]

A young girl, very easy on the eyes, and fair as the sun, ran, with all her strength, pursued by someone who looked just like her, a much older man, fair too, handsome features – her father, one would very quickly note. She spoke rapid Hausa as she pulled away her hijab from her head layer after layer with all fervour, revealing the softest silkiest darkest hair Ngozi had ever laid eyes on.

Silence

For the next couple of years, I won’t hear anything from Ife. Even when I go home, his parents will simply tell me he said he didn’t want to be in touch with anyone. I was angry; how could my childhood friend just ghost out on me? I began thinking it was something I said when we spoke last. Whatever pursuing he did only becomes clear when I run into Mary one day at the bank in Abuja.

SPEED DEMON

There was something in the way she called his name. She was like a drug and he embraced her aura like an addicted submissive. He was ready to do anything she asked. Before long, he was zooming past cars and buses, some of the drivers rained abuses at his reckless driving.

The Fretful Reverie

Going to school was the worst, I had to beg papa for money every morning because I needed to board  a bus,  Sometimes I felt it wasn’t asking for money but indeed slavish attention, as if he fed on my pathetic attempt to beg for money. He would later call me and ask why my skirt was below my knee, why my thighs were visible, why I looked indecorous, these unannounced interrogations followed the excruciating sound of my uniform tearing to pieces.

Morning Devotions

It started in her father’s mansion where Ogechi lived as a maid. Ogechi was a fervent Christian who always sang Christian songs while she worked; sweeping, cleaning, washing, and cooking. She started to bathe Olileanya when her parents began to travel outside the country almost every week. Ogechi asked Olileanya, one night after she turned ten, in the bathroom if she knew she was a woman now