Fiction

Read some of the best short stories from our award winning columnists and public contributors

Onyinye (A short story)

Letter writing was still in vogue during my secondary school days. To get a girlfriend those days—unlike now that one can collect the girl’s phone number and blaster her with love texts, or chat with her via social networks—one had to either talk to the girl one-on-one or write a love letter to her, polishing…

Things Poured Apart (A short story)

Jude had walked in that evening thoroughly fatigued. His eyeballs glowed like neon lights and were painted near crimson red by the brush of the harsh realities of life. His face sewn up in hunger and anger beamed with flashes of lethargic rage. His taps at the metallic door as he arrived were too light…

Happily Never Afters (A short story)

I have a thing for happily ever afters or maybe happily never afters. These were the thoughts that filled my head as I sat on my bathroom floor back pressed against the tiles and tears flowing down my cheeks. Regrets of my action flowed in freely and I would have to live with this for…

Marriage: A Eulogy

I am married to the best man ever. Dating was tedious, marriage was different. You know how they say men change after you marry them? Mine changed, for the better. Six years down the line he wakes me up with a glass of water, freshly pressed juice, or coffee, if we drank too much last…

Inside A Lagos Bus (A short story)

That morning, the sun stretched across my face and I immediately levered myself out of bed. The clock was striking seven. I dragged myself to the bathroom, my shadow dancing across the white-tiled floor as it followed me. In no time, I was refreshed and ready for my first job hunt. I came to Lagos…

Order (A short story)

When there are no customers Madam Gbenro takes a thirty minute lunch break. She pulls out a container of beef lo-mien and an egg roll. Not that the greasy MSG laden food did much for her arteries. There wasn’t a restaurant that sold good Jollof rice within 10 miles of her shop. If she wanted…

The Story Of The Condom

I always thought I was meant for greater things than a black bag at the bottom of a pile of garbage, but I guess I over estimated myself. It all started yesterday evening around 8pm. I was sitting on the shelve having a nice conversation with my neighbours, an energy drink and a painkiller as…

I’m A Grown Man (A short story)

Breathing in the dust filled air, it was obvious what time of the year it was. The particles tickled the inner surface of my nose, leaving a familiar discomfort. It didn’t matter anymore. I was going home. Far away from school. After the ups and down, a roller-coaster this term had been. I couldn’t wait…