the machete, the pounded yam, the prophet

He opened the door and slipped into the house. It had been  sixteen long months. he had counted. He missed his wife he hadn’t seen her . He wanted to see her and he wanted to… he grinned. She won’t be sleeping this night. And the baby… he wanted to see his baby. He imagined… Continue reading the machete, the pounded yam, the prophet

christian walk, Stories

the twelfth

Vultures and flies alike encircled the tree, Feeding on The decayed body, hung taunt by the rope. Robes gathered in the distance, far from the putrid odour And sent a man to the gathering of vultures. "His guts were spilled before we arrived from Golgotha," the vultures announced in defence "but look, those shiny bits… Continue reading the twelfth


The child

Daddy’s crying again... he hasn’t being happy since mummy left. he comes in later than before.. then he asks me about school.Try to. I tell him how much better I am in school. He doesn’t really listen. He jut nods and smiles. Some days he will just look at me. His eyes reminds me of… Continue reading The child


The Wife

In blue scrubs, lying on a table, Bisi finally admitted to herself. She couldn’t feel it... she felt normal... she felt the same way shefelt last week. Last week, when the world was sane. When her boss had given her the letter of promotion to be the newinternational adviser.A doctor’s checkup, that had been it...… Continue reading The Wife


To Have… and to hold…

“I don’t want Tayo… No.” That had being her immediate reply to his proposal. For a proud boy, who considered himself quite a catch, that reply was hard to accept. What was even harder to accept was that but for his parents and hers, the girl of his dream would not be standing in front… Continue reading To Have… and to hold…


Mini series: Don’t be scared

The girl walked briskly into the class-room; her bag flung carelessly over her shoulder. She donned a suit-type top synonymous to her grandmother's era and a long skirt. Her face, devoid of make-up, wore a no-nonsense look as she made her way swiftly to a corner at the back of the room. In the shadows,… Continue reading Mini series: Don’t be scared