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My legs tremble as I open the door to the . I stare at the view and the ridge that awaits me temporarily immobilized by trepidation. His face and the surgical knives flash before me and I can move again, fueling my confidence on the images of him smiling, frowning, laughing, angry, furious, sleeping, sad,Continue reading Downfall
We walked by different stores in the scorching afternoon sun looking for the perfect bag and the right seller. Dodging randy thick-muscled men who grabbed at us and over enthusiastic sales agents, we looked over the several bags on display as my friend Nneka whispered glancing at a peach leather bag with gold trimmings. “ThatContinue reading The Man and the Handbag
Dear reader, I’m back again after an unplanned hiatus. The second season of The Blue House begins on Monday so be sure to tell your contacts and follow the blog! In the meantime enjoy today’s post and don’t forget to share! Ayangade slapped the drum expertly accompanied by his band members, they were the bestContinue reading White Cloth
The store was almost inconspicuous, but it was popular amongst those who patronized it. It was one of the four pharmacy stores on the road, and as it is with most businesses referral was key to patronage. The store was painted white and had been fitted haphazardly with shelves on which were several bottles andContinue reading Desperation
The car pulled up and the man and his wife alighted from it. They surveyed their bushy surroundings and walked gingerly to avoid steeping on thorns. From what they could see, the land was precisely what they wanted; a large plane of good soil in a quiet location. Houses had been built all around andContinue reading Chiseled!
I hate it when it rains in the morning, even more I hate it when it rains in Lagos. I probably would feel different if I had my own car but presently I’m restricted to the nimbleness of my feet and public transportation. This morning is no different and I climb into the bus gratefulContinue reading The Travails of a Lagos Commuter