The man who leaves in the early hours of the morning, dressed in suit and tie…goes to someplace close to the market and changes to his Agbero (tout) attire, hairstyle complete as well. He goes to a place no one recognises him and does his hustle for the day.
Category Archives: Fiction
From AJ With Love
The hoarse voice of Madam Titi as she called the attention of one of her trainees could be heard from a distance. She was the major tailor in the streets of Ajegunle, a huge shop in the heart of AJ city and the person everyone called Iya Mi (My Mother).
The Green Artist
When Tracy started out as a makeup artist many years ago, she’d been young and green.
The Loud House
Big and empty is what comes to mind when I think of it. Uncomfortable mostly, but we had to make do, Mama said Daddy was experiencing a setback. I remember how it sheltered me in the good days and how it silenced my voice in the bad days, how it made Sisi so restless. SheContinue reading “The Loud House”
The Day Before
The hotel was bigger than she’d imagined, plusher than the pictures and videos had revealed and it still didn’t feel real. She had to pinch herself to confirm that it wasn’t a dream, that it was really happening to her. This was officially the best day ever!
Schindler’s List
He heard the gun click And felt the cold dread of terror
Helpless
(Previously published on Naijastories) Love me, you said.Want me, you said.Need me, you said.Foolishly, I did all that and now I’m lost, drowning in the chaos that is you.
Mother
They say, a woman’s place is in the kitchen of a man; her father, but preferably, her husband. The perfect quality they say is the presence of the gag in her mouth. One without a gag will run you down with just a sting of her tongue. That was my mother, the woman without aContinue reading “Mother”
A Fly On The Wall
Once I was a fly on the wall, I was a prison attendant and for an hour everyday I went to the visitors area to watch them. She visited him daily with a box bearing different cut-outs of alphabets, a box he only opened when he got to his bunk, I knew because once IContinue reading “A Fly On The Wall”
Brazen with Vanessa 