Fiction

Leaving

From a far, Ejiro, watched his mother who was seated on her favourite arm chair in the veranda enveloped in the evening’s cool breeze and the tranquillity it brings. This had become her daily evening ritual. As usual, he knew she had travelled off in thought, leaving an absent minded body behind. He observed the …

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Bus to Lagos

Bus to Lagos You get to the bus station, which is crowded and the dust from early harmattan seems to be a predominant trait littered about; from the white buses to boxes and bags, all are buried in dust. You ask when the bus to Lagos will be leaving. The attendant tells you in twenty …

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Tomorrow

TOMORROW Remi sat in the bus, in silence, marvelling at just how familiar she had gotten with the route. She recalled the first day she had plied that route and how long it had taken to master everything she had come to know. Thinking about it left her distinctly baffled, awed even, from her outspoken …

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Times Past

  Dafe, I have been thinking about the best time to write this to you. I would have told you a few months ago but I didn’t quite think it wise then. Being honest, I’m still not so sure it’s wise now. Today is the day that I “confess my sins”. But first, you have …

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Waiting-1

Chidimma sits in front of the dressing mirror as the makeup artist works on her face. Several layers of concealers and foundation have succeeded in covering dark spots and the little scar on her jaw. She struggles to recognize herself with the well-drawn eyebrows that look like arcs. She notices that the detailed contours give …

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