‘A’ is for addiction, for I’m addicted to her essence. Never has there been and never will there be one whose beauty could brush the soles of her feet. I felt like a shadow sometimes, without a reality of my own, so I ran, so that finally I could recognize my existence.
Meyene sagged into a supine position and turned again on her side. Her hand found his and pulled it over her waist and belly, forcing him into side lying. She understood him, she always had, even when he spat utter rubbish.
I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with a jealous woman, I said to myself that night. Little did I know it would only get worse. I didn’t know I would get slapped too.
She suddenly felt the need to sleep. She was so sleepy. But she knew. It wasn’t sleep. She knew that once she closed her eyes, she was never going to open them again.
Whatever triggered the boldness in those tiny impudent rats had to be supernatural. If they had dashed across the living room or skidded under furnitures as they often did, it wouldn’t have been much of a problem. At least no one would’ve noticed.
Six months into their marriage, the husband, Tunde had a crashing accident which eventually took his life after a month of treatment. During the course of his treatment, she discovered she was pregnant
I am writing my story to warn some guy out there not to be like me, I did her wrong for years in a relationship I knew was going nowhere. I am a coward, I am a fuckboy, please do not be like me.
On his final day as the resident of the boxy self-contain on Osazuwa street, he sat on his neighbour’s bench and watched people go about their everyday business. Children ran around in the rain that drizzled. Adults walked gingerly around puddles that were unevenly distributed along the street.
For everything I have become or obtained at any particular time, whether good or bad, it has been largely as a result of the people I called friends at that time. So I say to you, if you have found good friends, the ones that spur you on to success, hold them closely. They are rare, sometimes once in a life time.
Oba Ejola sunk his fangs deep into Adebola’s forearm as the hunter let out a cry of pain. He managed to switch his cutlass to his left arm and struck with all his strength severing the snake’s head. He staggered backwards, into a wall, watching as the remains of the snake danced and writhed in pain spurting pungent dark red blood everywhere.
I ran until I reached my deserting classmates who didn’t notice that I was missing until I rejoined them. “What happened? Where were you?” I realised that none of them saw what just happened, so I kept mum. I didn’t answer their questions. I only folded my arms across my breasts, my shivering hands stroking them in the dwindling heat.
Abraham’s apartment was a two-bedroom. They sat in his bed. Regina knew what was going to happen and it was just a matter of when. She knew she wasn’t just there because of DVDs. When Abraham stepped out of the bedroom to turn off the TV in the sitting room, Regina got a WhatsApp message from Hakeem: I’m really sorry. Can we talk tomorrow?
I have pretended to have moved on. Everything is still shredded and in pieces. Everything, especially my relationship with the Owner of that still small voice.