short stories
“Hello” “Hello,” I spoke into the speaker for the umpteenth time. “Are you still there?” There was a loud pause on the other end of the receiver, followed by uneven breathing, like…
When I saw the video of prisoners jumping out of Oko prison here in Benin City I laughed. “How foolish do these people think we are?” I asked my friend Femi who…
The hand came down like a boulder and Wunpolop had only a second to protect himself before fingers closed around him. Curling into a ball ensured that his spikes were ready when…
They gathered us in one room. Standing around, we all looked like colorful birds in our different school uniforms. No one had told us why we were there and I really wanted…
Remember your feminist ancestors The story of princess Yennenga is Indeed an African adaptation of the popular “they lived happily ever after” fairytale. A story that speaks of strength, love, skillful doggedness,…
Martins The first memory I have of Amanda is her sitting on my lap at four years of age and declaring that she was my wife. She was a toddler of two…
The darkness was complete except for a small burst of light in the middle of the room/shack/underground tunnel. Behind that burst of light was movement, strange because this space was most often…
“This is my class, Sir,” I told the lecturer, he was blocking the door with his body and I needed to get in. I repeated myself and he looked at me with…
The waking was not abrupt. It took me days to know that I could stand and after I realized my ability, it took me weeks to be able to perfect it. You…
“Mother, how could you have done this to us? You just upped and left us as though we were sacks of potatoes you couldn’t afford to carry on your trip. You left…