​THE ROOFLAND UPRISING (Chapter Three)

I felt very drowsy. It had been a long stressful day and I was exhausted the worst I could be. I dozed on that rice whose meats I hadn’t touched, good home training sontin-sontin. You know, back at home, mum had told us that only uncouth persons eat the meats before the main meals. Eating…

​THE ROOFLAND UPRISING (Chapter Two)

My nap was brief and I woke up scouring for plates. One thing about me, I’m not very good at many things but when it comes to frying of stews (for rice), I’m the prophesied messiah. And so I served myself a Kilimanjaro of rice, in thrall to twin meats I had circumspectly selected for…

CLOTHES AND CHRISTMAS

According to my parents, I was born in Ibadan on a visit to grandma (on my paternal side). It was a week to Christmas and the folks had gone to Ibadan to pick her. As fate would have it, mum went into labour and I was born. Ever since then, grandma had been my fairy…

YOU HAVE ENOUGH

In 2008, I was in Oyo State College of Education, Oyo and I was running for SUG president. There was a day I saw people gathered around my poster (on a wall), bickering. Out of curiosity, I went there to hear what they were saying; I knew if they knew me personally, they would’ve been…

THE ROOFLAND UPRISING (Chapter One)

The first time I stepped into my room here in Ilorin, I felt irritated. The cement floor was broken and a fraction of it was sandy. I had enough sand in my room to mould a dozen bricks.  The unpainted ceiling board wasn’t complete either; one was already broken and peering into a dark roof…

Freedom!

They say happiness is a choice we can decide to make, but the dreams are big, they crease my brows. Everywhere is noisy, Facebook, such a noisy place. I wish I could go away from everything. From my dreams. From my worries. From my home. With my woman to distant shores, with no phones, no…

​B’áòkú Lómodé

Years ago when I was but a boy, the idea of going to Lagos during holidays was equivalent to being granted a paradise ticket on earth. It didn’t matter whether the one I was visiting genuinely wanted me around or not, getting past those three beautiful old white statues was the goal. And I loved…

Book Excerpt: Francis Is Alive

Gabriel reached across the table and gently brushed an ash from Sonican’s lapel. “Your cigarette has become one long cylindrical ash,” he said. “Oh! How awkward.” She relaxedly ground the ash into the glass. “Thank you. By the way, you have a talent for making the world seem directionless.” “Directionless? Ah, but that’s not my…

Francis Is Alive – A Book Review  

Francis Is Alive has been published and is available on Amazon Kindle, Apple iBookStore, Lulu Bookstore, Barnes and Noble NOOK, Kobo and OkadaBooks.

Maryam Wrote A Book

The first novel I ever read in my life was The Poison Ivy by James Hadley Chase, seconded by The Basket of Flowers by Christoph von Schmid, then The Adventures of Moni-Mambou by Guy Menga, followed by Death Comes as the End by Agatha Christie, and then Ogboju Ode Ninu Igbo Irunmole, Ireke Onibudo and…

Francis Is Alive (-18-)

It was Sonican’s boat that took everyone to Tin Can Island from where they had set out for Majeed’s apartment before the Soul Lounge’s. When they left Soul Lounge in the middle of the great brawl, they didn’t leave for Majeed’s place in Lekki, Sonican rather took Majeed and Olawunmi to the boat. They were…

My Resolution

Unto my past, bravery had put me up to look. Good ol’days when while I snored mum would cook, and after eating I would grab nothing but a book. Oh when with a female I shared no hook! But all the glee, soon enough, time would crook, sadly, pressed into the nook. When Kemisola dragged…