Stories

My earliest memory of my father was the red stains on his mouth from the famous Bolti Bandh Paan of…

A rooster crows Morning softly thumps A medlar tree Eagerly unburdening Its fruit a heavy dew

This all happened at my school two months ago, in May. It’s the reason summer break started early, and why…

Ophelia's words are sprinkling, tinkling in my ears. They smell like cut grass just washed with rain. I want to…

We sat on the half-moon verandah of my great aunt's bungalow – rondavel of black volcanic rock with a straw…

Everyone has a letter and a number attached to them. The H-4 housewives wear canvas shoes and take brisk walks…

I will be twelve next month, but I don’t think we are ever going to celebrate my birthday again. Things…

I am forever thankful for Eve’s rebellion. See, it was Eve who gave the world its flavour; The forbidden fruit…

My daddy is Prime Minister. I was born in the back room of a whore house on Popeshead Street. I…

we will meet here to break up, you say, where the first airplane flamed overhead,

In Ife, at 6 a.m., no shops are open, there is no human movement and the streets are occupied by…

Nassau was hot. The limestone foundation of the island burned through Tonia’s shoes and scalded her feet. Her chest felt…

A lone shaft of afternoon light filters into the cavernous church hall. Today, the light reveals a glint of joy…

What is a one-arm Zeruzeru doing at a security guard interview? I could sense their disbelief but I didn’t let…

When I regained consciousness, Amira was at my feet, mopping my thighs with a warm rag. My head throbbed. My…

The role of Gardener passes from one woman to another in this story. The first I encountered — I thought…