It is some of days shy of 3 weeks since I got angry for the first time in a long time. I lost a major part of my sense of reasoning such that I put myself in harm's way. I screamed and clapped at an armed, angry mob, right in their faces. They were ruthlessly… Continue reading Mob, Murder, Kyriarchy
Motherhood is not exciting, but it is beautiful. Motherhood is not appealing in the way a face on fleek or luxury jewelry is; those things are pretty or, better put, glamorous. There is really neither glitz nor glam to motherhood. It is beautiful in the way weather-beaten hands are, or well-worn boots, or a face… Continue reading What Motherhood is Not
Kelechi was always an emotional person, she prided on her low sense of rationality. It was no wonder the events played out the way they did...
Innocence Sweet, precious innocence caught me in a very emotional place. I sat in the bus earlier this evening, bemoaning the unhealthy financial state of my pocket, trying to control the lethargic feeling of being broke that was creeping up on me. This lady comes in with two children, seats beside me and does that… Continue reading #StoriesOfJuly: Chinenye’s Chronicles
Lotanna was not one to pay attention to dreams, else he would have given more than scant consideration to the dream of the quicksand. He unhurriedly packed his suitcase, a lazy smile played on his face. He could almost taste Mama’s Achi soup. He frowned. He hoped Cheche had not deemed it fit to intercept… Continue reading #StorieOfJuly: Rage
“I’m heading to the location”, he said, cheerfully. Then added, “with Lago”. I trembled and was about to reply with the typical ‘have fun’ I had grown so accustomed to when the phone abruptly went off. “So much for NEPA.” I muttered under my breath. We both knew where he’d be and exactly what they’ll… Continue reading #StoriesOfJuly: The Location
"Efulefu!" Mama Nkiru spat. She rushed into Titi's house to find her sprawled on the floor barely breathing. Blood was all over her face, her eyes were tightly shut, blood drooled from her mouth. A ghastly sight. "Chei! Chineke! Uncle Teacher, Mama Akara, who dey there o? Abeg make una come." She called to her… Continue reading #StoriesOfJuly: Love Thy Neighbor
#TGIF How do you describe a shadow? For most, that formless, voidless, entity that escorts us everywhere is not only an extension of our physical bodies but a true reflection of our insides. SHADOWS A shadow around, A shadow within, It came knocking Making its company palpable, Eventually disappearing into thin air. A shadow… Continue reading SHADOWS
In the spirit of throwbacks, allow me to share a piece I wrote a couple of years ago on female discrimination and oppression. I wrote this as a poetic narrative piece in the first person. This was actually my entry to a poetry contest organized by Words Rhyme & Rhythm. I didn't win the contest,… Continue reading IT IS TIME
Hi everyone, Today we feature a piece not only for its aesthetic excellence but for the message its eloquence preaches. As we know, literature in all its forms should serve as a vanguard to the society it stems from. In fulfilling the obligations of literature, it serves as a tool to resist oppression in the… Continue reading Politricks, Games, and Heresies
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