1. It was evening and the matches were over when you came to me beside the goal post. The sky had emptied itself of the sun. Darkness had poured into the atmosphere like dye into water. And the houses around the stadium had put on their bulbs and security lamps. You didn’t say a word, …
Father knotted his anger into his red and black paisley tie and went to work. It gripped his neck a little tighter every time his new boss called him into his large office, asking Father to show him how to paste numbers into a spreadsheet without disrupting the formulas. Yes sir! No problem sir! He …
Someone is cackling in the shower and there’s a racket from the filling station on the next block. While these sounds prickle, they are not so much why Tijani curls up, disturbed, in bed. He hears some buzzing from a choir of invisible insects scattered around different fixations. They buzz about the weight he carries …
Margaret, growing used to being single again, booked a holiday in the commonly overlooked West African city that she and her lover had planned to visit before things went pear-shaped and he returned to his wife.
Tony was a divorcee and men like that often had no qualms about walking away a second time.
My mother does not believe in God anymore. She said he was quiet when her husband gave up his job at Dinah and followed another woman home.
Happiness and Iroegbunam were on a bus headed for her father’s hometown. She imagined that she was Mary on the run to Egypt to save Baby Jesus.
They didn’t let him play with the other children in the compound, didn’t let him do any strenuous activity. But these precautions didn’t stop Ekene from dying in his sleep.
You grow up in this interior village in Kakamega, and the only time you hear the word coffee is when you’re playing the rope game of tea and coffee. Two girls swing the rope on each side, singing in Swahili: between tea and coffee which one do you choose?And you say tea every time as …
Heartbreak is painful, sure, I believe. But have you ever plugged your phone at night with the conviction it’d be completely charged by dawn, and when morning greets you like a curtsying teenager, you find out it’s exactly at the point you left it the previous night, unmoved and unshaken like mount Kilimanjaro?And what’s worse …
