I’m staring at the empty spot that used to be Freeman’s. The moon is out this night, sitting in the naked sky as if to bear us witness. I close my eyes again to think of him, the whole version of him, the version of him before his nakedness became a sport, the one where the reality of an impending end did not beat his penis into a vanishing nut. Instead, my mind is still stuck on the soot, the smoke, and the helplessness. I’ve not been able to see anything else since we left his body.
The chest that belonged to my grandmother sat on the table in front of me, the lawyer had left it there right after I signed off some papers. I was still amazed that this is all Granny could leave behind for me, but it had to be of some value to me. I put it […]
Lanre Ayomije had always been a queer sort of child. The kind that would stare with interest at a twisted limb, just imagining how the bones lay beneath the surface. The kind of child that grew beyond his age because of his interests. I knew he was a bit odd when he was 6, he never threw tantrums or did all those childish things, he was mature.
When I was a child, Daddy always wore a suit. The trousers were baggy. They were regular daddy trousers. The type that all daddies wore. Dad and Mom would reminisce about the good old days when they were young. “He wore baggy trousers with a T-shirt tucked in and some Aladdin boots. His Afro was […]
I run after her as she’s forcing the money in her hand back inside her fancy handbag, I tap on her leg to draw her attention. When she looks at me, I quickly rub my palms vertically in three swift successive motions, then I forge the five fingers of my right hand into a union […]
I. Efe is sitting with Otamere under one of the ebelebo trees that is scattered like rubber seeds at the backyard of the house. It’s Monday and they are on mid-term break from school. Efe asks his friend if he thinks captives can find any form of happiness. Otamere is smiling in his usual manner of […]
The room was quiet, as it should be…as he wanted it to be. He replaced the locks and made his way to the dresser, nothing had been moved. He undid his tie and slowly trailed the scuff marks on the floor to the bathroom where she was already soaking in the tub. As was their […]
So I entered a molue, on a whim. Now to the uninitiated, molues are those unsightly, puke-yellow-coloured monstrosities that ply only Lagos roads. They used to be called buses about two lifetimes ago. Now they are just relics of a past civilization which somebody is desperately trying to keep alive. They really should rightfully be […]