On Novel Buying. 

First thing: Thank you Enwongo Cleopas and Oladejo Oluwatosin. You both are forever in my heart. Last week Wednesday, before I started that joke about my hair, I put up a post on Facebook about my plan to spend my last kobo on novels. Here is what I posted: “Dear friends, pray for me.  Tomorrow, … More On Novel Buying. 

Books.

​ This is a very short post. It’s not the kind of thing I write about and so I think it is necessary that I let you know why I am writing this. I am doing this for two reasons. One of my most admired Kenyan bloggers and creative nonfiction writers Bikozulu wrote a post … More Books.

Broken Lines.

Hello friends, in my last post I promised to write about my absence and why I stopped blogging for a while. This is one of the reasons: During my absence, I was passing through a difficult psychological phase. I wasn’t myself. I was thinking of making decisions I knew I shouldn’t be making. I was … More Broken Lines.

Staying Human.

​​Obafemi Awolowo University. So I was reading in Oduduwa Lecture Theatre 2 when I heard this strange terrible sound. It was sounded like a gunshot and then I thought it was an explosion. I wasn’t the only one who heard it. All of us in the lecture theatre turned back. Some folks were on their … More Staying Human.

Pounded Yam!

​ Dear hometown, I’m sorry. I denied you for food last week. Last week Saturday will remain unforgettable in my head. While I was in junior secondary school, we were always asked in exams to write about the days we could never forget. The questions always came in funny ways. Question 1: Write essay on … More Pounded Yam!

White.

Toluwalope, I. As a child, I always dreamed of my future husband. I think it would be fair if I told you that I suffered from sleeplessness when I was small. I found it hard to sleep during the night and so as to make myself dizzy, I had to think of something sweet or … More White.

Silence

​ Silence. 1. Silence was what you said when the walls of Jericho fell and you watched with pain and heard them tell to everyone on the streets the sacred secrets Of all that happened the day she revealed her secrets her nakedness, her body, herself. 2. Silence was what you said when seduction met … More Silence

His First Sex.

The day he died,  he had sex. It  was his first  time.  He did not die during  the act,  no.  He was moaning sensually and wishing  it would never end. But it did end,  and his life with it.  It happened  on a Sunday. The boy had just woken up in his room at a … More His First Sex.

The Other Side. 

​ ONE.  The sun is shining brightly. It must  have been scorching but l do not feel it. In the car,  everything  is warm.  I look outside and see what happens when shelter starts a fight with you. I look up and see what happens when Harmattan decides that it’s not going to rear its … More The Other Side.