Cross-genre

A riddle for the ashy sky

Sometimes the body stops believing itself, chews away its skin with venomous thoughts. A miracle God begs you to stop performing. – Wine, Theresa Lola. Years teach you how a Saviour isn’t a man but someone, anyone, who wears crosses on the back, not the tongue. You knew crosses early Read more…

By ife, ago
Stories

Supposed to be

This is Nigeria and so your name, though common, is pronounced Samweh – not Samuel. On a sweltering afternoon, after an hour of street football where, with your neighbours, you pride in a jersey of the bare chest and boxer shorts, after continuous successions of firing and heading the leathery Read more…

By ife, ago
Articles

Chicken

There is a song in my belly and this is its chorus: chicken, chicken, chicken. You see, eagles are enjoying the spotlight too much – just like the lion. Soar like an eagle. Be as bold as a lion. I am tired of hearing such. Can’t we see the value Read more…

By ife, ago
Stories

Flourish

The fragrance of the swaying flowers reminds me. The flowers sway gently, sweetly, slowly, aching for an admirer’s tender touch. They remind me of my childhood.  I loved flowers and hated the harmattan, disliking how it punished flowers with its haze, how it cracked my lips and attacked my nostrils Read more…

By ife, ago
Stories

HE

That day, the noon sun shone brilliantly across the skies as I boarded a bus home after collecting my mid-term result at school. As I sat on the hard seat, random thoughts began circling in my mind. I was cut off in mid-thought when a young boy came into the Read more…

By ife, ago