Atinuke #5 (Fiction Series)

It was Madam’s face, not Nnanna’s, that Atinuke saw the moment she opened her eyes. Bright orange lipstick was smeared carelessly across her lips and her eyeliner came uncomfortably close to her eyebrows. She smacked her lips thrice in succession and scrunched up her nose. “So you can smile? Mgbon? Atinuke o tun rerin? I heard about your escapades at home, how you perambulated all over the place until you broke my glass.

Confessions of a Clueless Romantic

Forgive me, dear blog, for I have sinned. It’s been a long while since I’ve confessed. One hundred and twelve days but who’s counting. They say, no matter how far the chick strays from mother hen, it will always find its way back to the nest. So here I am, after days of playing grown…

A rose for Amarachi

Dr. Welsh I could tell that something was wrong the moment she stepped into my office. Her eyes were choked deep in their sockets, her lips hung for dear dehydrated life,  and her hair clung disobediently to the nape of her neck.  She had on black sweatshirt and leather sweatpants of the same color, then,…

Girl in the mirror

Take a look at the girl in the mirror. What do her eyes say to you? -Sad, Lonely, In need of some sort of connection. Do something about it. I’ve never really been one to “do something about it”. The idea behind the phrase itself seems foreign; that one could single handedly double cross fate…

Atinuke #4 (Fiction Series)

Click to read Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3 . Convinced that her plan was the perfect one, Atinuke trudged silently behind Nnanna as he walked up to join the boys, her eyes fixated on the ground. She had no idea what she was doing, nor the amount of courage it would take for her to speak up when…

Òdàlè: A tale of love and loyalty

  This is what I’ve become, “a native of the street”; these cardboard boxes and walls adorned with graffiti now define my existence. I am a monument of disgust, a generator of pity. My callused feet and disheveled hair are unsightly, to the normal human eye; I am pollution! My stench contaminates the world, denies…

Atinuke #3 (Fiction Series)

Click to read Part 1, Part 2 Nnanna did not eat tonight, he was absent while the boys had played FIFA, still absent as they sat round the counter wolfing down the stewed jollof she had made with so much intensity. Atinuke’s eyes wore a confused glare as she watched them eat, perhaps to mask the sudden…

A Little too Late

Have you ever felt so hurt you couldn’t cry? Unshed tears are the most painful of all. I met Kensington when I was twenty years old, five months later, we got engaged. Ours was not love at first sight but on the day we got the liberty to really look at each other, there was…

Confessions of a Deranged Romantic

Dear Jamjam, Did you read the weather report? They say there’s an 80 percent chance it will snow today. This is awesome news; it never snows in Houston so you know how important this is to me…us. We can finally be together. I couldn’t go to bed last night. I’ve been up since 1am planning,…

Confessions

It’s 5:25am, the morning after Christmas; Fayetteville is still drowned in effortless sleep. There is pitch blackness and utter silence, Even the crickets seem to have gone to rest. My heart is racing, so I toss and turn, partly because my mild asthma, as the doctor called it, doesn’t seem so mild this winter, partly…