Ashake knew it was time to get out of bed when she heard her name being called repeatedly. She yawned loudly as she mentally prepared her self for the chilling bath Maami would put her through in the next few minutes. How was it morning already? It seemed barely minutes ago that Maami had walked…
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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,…
One night stand
“Your dress is too loose; you’re not going to sell any market if you go in there looking like Mary-Amaka”. “Ehn what am I supposed to do? My stomach isn’t flat and everyone knows that flabby doesn’t cut it”. “Wear a waist trainer”. “I don’t have a waist trainer!” “Wear my waist trainer”. “I can’t…
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…
Facade
The pony tail was the first to come crashing down. All eight hours of confinement and utter obedience, flying wildly till they, of their own accord, decided to settle freely beneath the nape of my neck. The blue checkered shirt was next, it and its matching blue pant carelessly settling atop the confusion that was…
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…
Atinuke #2 (Fiction Series)
Read part 1 here When Atinuke woke up the next morning, it was madam’s voice that did the magic. From her musty room in the garage she could hear her voice ringing loudly like bells on a church tower. Her heels, clicked on the floor as she spoke, enunciating her words with as much authority…
Lilian Ogbuefi 