Fiction
Let Me Take Care Of You
A song played in the background the first time we met and I never heard it again since then. It was a very sad song but it triggered an emotion
LYING IN WAIT
Dust we are and onto dust we shall return. The words are reverberating in my mind as I watch the busy shovels dumping soil on the casket that had Odiola
Caught Between A Rock And A Hard-on
My name is Buchi. I’m in the university and I live off-campus, in the lodge known as Mediatrix. When I started living in Mediatrix, I didn’t talk to anybody for
THE GOLIATH IN DAVID
Uncle David isn’t really my uncle. He is my mother’s adopted brother. He was my first crush and I remember growing up as a young adult, I would watch with
EVERY INCH OF ME
I watch my boss as he walks up to me. His name is Henry, a thick chocolate candy of a man. Henry is about twice my age but clearly takes
FLOWERS ON HIS HEAD
The first time you heard the word ‘Grindr’ was on a series on the telly. One of the gay characters had used it to meet up with a boy, after
BY THE RIVER
Chinedu crouched quietly in the clearing in the bush by the banks of the Mmiriani River, a place that usually served as a washing spot for the villagers of Mgbeochie.
Till My Blood Runs Dry
I could see my brother clearly even though all the other dancers blended, intoxicated by Taarab music till they cast all distinctions aside and swayed in motions that could blister
Thrill Chasers
“Where are you?” The words pop up on my screen. It is a private message from someone. I check the handle, ‘ilovesoccer’. I groan and minimize the message. I click
FATHER, FORGIVE ME, FOR I HAVE SINNED
Writer’s Word: This is a work of fiction and I do not, in any way, support pedophilia. 7: 38 pm The light from the laptop screen plastered my shadow against
