CHILDREN DON’T FORGET

I knew an uncle when I was young; he used to come from Lagos. Everybody who came from Lagos then was like an angel to me, not because Lagos was spectacular or anything (I started Primary School there myself) but because the coming of an uncle from Lagos could have only meant one thing, gifts….

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…

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…

​The Soldier Encounter (Chapt. 1)

“So, you’ve been crazy about finding a girl in the army, haven’t you?” I nodded like an obedient child. “Okay. Here I am now, what are you going to do?” she asked seductively, loosening her buttons. Haba! Kilagbe kilaju! My eyes got glued to what lay in the shadow of her camouflage shirt. Eh, will…