short stories

Market Runs

When I woke up this morning, the only productive thing I hoped to complete before the end of the day was brushing my teeth, but then, my aunty called and sent me…

The Cafe

“Hi.” “Hello.” “Do you have a minute?” “For?” “Uhh…now that you ask…” “Yeah. I thought as much.” “Yeah…” “I do have a minute though, but I need to know why you need…

My First Time

When Ola visited one day and told me about her intentions to get back with her ex-boyfriend and if I had any suggestions on what she could do to fasten the process,…

Living While Dying

“For as long as I can remember, I have not been living. I fear that I have only been existing. Inside of me, something is missing; something really big and really important…

The Terrorist’s Hideaway

“Tell me, what use is the government if they cannot even give us good roads?” The woman said as she crossed the road with her daughter, trying her best to jump over…

At Twenty

Her parents were already frustrated with her situation, but in fairness to her, she was not trying any less than her best. When the temptation came to be angry at how her…

CASCADE

The voice came through the phone. Faded and yet solid. “Hello? Are you there?” The woman at the other end asked. “What is your emergency?” “Help!” “Where are you? What is your…

Mother’s Words

“I remember the first time we met. Most girls meet the love of their life at the mall while seeing a movie, by the road while trying to buy fried bean cakes…

Come and Help Me See

I began my stay with Chief when I was fourteen years old. Poverty made my parents all too eager to let go of me. I was a proper village boy, the type…

Boys Don’t Cry

A little boy of seven years was sitting in front of the television. His aunt, Amaka, was perched on his lap. At that time, she was a twenty-two years old undergraduate studying…