You are becoming a version of a person okay with the passing of a father.
The average Hausa trader is voluble. Ask the price of an object in a rural market, he’ll reply, “Hundred. Do you want me to speak gaskiya?”
Ọbaníbàshírí is a special, limited-edition remedy for bad-luck, and it will only set you back ₦200. All you need is a bottle of Mirinda or Fanta at any temperature.
Apropos of writing an essay on the experience of plodding through a difficult time in my life, I have been thinking about what suffering means for the artist. The process of writing that essay, as one would expect, was a dark affair layered with distress and pain. I wrote in spurts, never steadily, as both …
We know that visiting a military dictator to seek pardon for a coup plotter is no small feat. Soyinka says the visit was your idea. Where did you get the courage?
But I saw my father’s face in their words, his bulging forehead, his yellow eyeballs that widened in their sockets each time he was furious. I remember challenging him to a fist fight.
This year’s shortlisted stories are, in particular, products of a severe depression in the prize’s character.
Had I become a roaming syringe deployed by the federal government to inject pregnancies?
It saddens me to realize that everyone I know will die. I, too, will die.
