I had an encounter today. I was getting ready to go out with the family, and I had finished dressing up. Already, dad was hooting his horn outside, impatiently yelling us into the car at the same time. I had almost run out to meet up with my family of seven before I remembered I had dropped my phone on my bed. I rushed in again, got it and swirled round to head off, before I came face to face with this strange boy. He wore a mask, this beautiful mask of handsomeness and he had this charming allure about […]Read more
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Dear Papa, The sun is gradually setting, and this evening I can faintly hear your voice being carried in the wind of the dusk as you sing out loud and dramatically; “row, row, row your boat…” I know all of this is in my head as you’re dead and have been dead for a long time now, but the memories of your drunken voice even years later still warm me up and cause tears to gradually etch down my face. Papa, I miss you. Everybody thought I was stupid when I didn’t detach myself from you even as your alcoholism […]Read more
The day she met him was like every other frustrating Monday, and she was already having a bad day by the time it was getting to twelve in the afternoon. The passengers that boarded the flight that she was a hostess on seemed to have all woken up on the bad side of their bed and then sworn to vent it all on her. After all, that’s what she was being paid for; to entertain their rubbish and smile like the safety of the flight depended on it. By one pm she had been in two flights to Lagos from […]Read more
As I lay still under the comfort of the darkness, reminding myself to blink occasionally, I wondered which one was having more effect on me; the loud noises that came from the frenzy splattering of the rain on my rooftop, or the replay of the voice of my best friend in my head, telling me that he just discovered that the two people he called parents for the last nineteen years of his life, weren’t his real parents. You see, this is why I don’t like rain in any sense of it. It seems to intensify my emotions and leave […]Read more
You are convinced you can wear camouflage and go free? haha… I was convinced tooRead more