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.

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. 

Waves.

Dear Wanjiku, I received your parcels last week. I’m sorry this is coming late. I have been down for a while now and I’m just getting on my feet. I saw the beautiful photos you sent, most especially the Nairobi sunset. It looks more beautiful than when you described it. I’m thinking of coming over … More Waves.

Like Mary.

When I first got my sister’s message, I was overjoyed.  It was a Sunday. I do not usually take my phone to church so I left it at home that Sunday and went to the church with mum and dad. Church was great. Our pastor preached about unfaithfulness in marriage. I liked the message because … More Like Mary.

Sex on Sunday

        Joy made sure she sat in the front pew that Sunday morning. She would make sure the pastor saw her. She would keep starring at him in the eyes until their eyes met. Until he reacted. She did not care how he did it. If he liked, he should clear his … More Sex on Sunday

Coming Home [Part 2.]

Dear Ayanla,

When I received your letter, Ayanla, I did not know how to react. At first, a river of happiness flooded my heart at the thought of seeing your rebellious face again. And then grief beyond measure swept me off my feet. It is sad, Ayanla, that you ignored all our warnings and pushed your own mother to the floor that night you sent Folashade away. It is sad that after you’ve caused our family a big loss and thrown our family name into big disrepute, you are coming back with the magical words. … More Coming Home [Part 2.]

Coming Home. [Part 1]

Dear Uncle,

Yes, it is not a mistake. It is not a dream. It is me, Ayanla. I will not be surprised or disappointed if you decide not to read this letter further because I know I do not deserve your attention and should even be grateful that you have read to this point and are still reading. Uncle, I want to say sincerely, I AM SORRY. … More Coming Home. [Part 1]