Short Stories

This was his 5th time in the Oil rich City of Port Harcourt and every preceding time he had come to the city he had seen exactly zilch. On the past four times, he had stayed at the same Hotel (Airport Hotel) and the reason was the company with which he had been working with […]

“Lekki Ajah bus, one more yansh…………one more yansh” the conductor screamed. I ran like my life depended on the bus. I had not seen him in 3 days and 3 days was like eternity. I had missed the love of my life, my earth, my treasure and everything. He was the answer to my prayer

You see them in the morning. Lately, you have been watching and listening, actively, collating the fleeting encounters in your head. Conjuring history from facial expressions, aggregating wordless interactions and moods into snapshots, pictures of lives in motion.

Tare was determined to stay in the United States by hook or by crook and she had thought it through before coming on holiday. She was staying with her Aunty Ujuwho had been in the states for the last twenty five years. In all of that time, her aunt had only visited Nigeria once; fifteen

As I walk towards the van, hands behind my back, not voluntarily, he was on the floor gasping for breath and asking for water. Oh yes, it was a yellow Lagos commuter van, my hands cuffed with a piece of metal. I don’t have to mention it was the MOPO taking me to their arena.