Fela Durotoye: Young, Not Ready

Fela Durotoye: Young, Not Ready

A few months ago, I had this very extensive argument with a friend that the #NotTooYoungToRun movement is almost entirely based on identity politics and of course a tool by the political elite to keep us less stirred; little victories spark major celebrations in my country. Agreed, a thirty-five-year-old should be allowed to contest for […]

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False gods #6

False gods

Read Also: False gods #5 Chapter 6 : It All Falls Down Two months into my veiled affair with Nkem, the sex seemed to be all we enjoyed. For a girl her size, her agility is Wonder Woman-esque. She was a school girl who truly didn’t need school, she just wanted money and not education; her […]

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For Flight Graced With Dreams

saving

I have been on a journey Slowly making my way through a field of thorns. Inflicted, I’ve been a victim of a history of pain and unrequited love. Again still I journey, in hopes that I’d find a rest point. A cessation of the maddening ringing in my ears. A saving, in need of a […]

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I Have Nothing, God Bless You

I Have Nothing, God Bless You begging

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 […]

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The General’s Wife

The General's Wife

It’s 5 O’Clock in the evening. He said he’d be here soon and so there I was waiting, waiting patiently with my heart in my hands for the man I call my husband. A husband I barely see and barely even know. Maybe it serves me right for wanting a marriage of convenience; for valuing […]

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Ibanujẹ

Ibanujẹ

My name is Ibanujẹ; I used to cower behind the curtains as blows rained like hail on my mother’s frame I am Ibanujẹ, I bear the scars from attempting to stop my father’s rage My pillows have melted from constantly drenching them with my tears My truth hides within me for my lips are sealed […]

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Of Lost and Saved things

Of Lost and Saved things

I lost my way, entirely flew off track My feet hurt and my eyes were sore from crying Nothing felt familiar, the air smelled of burning tarmac My ship crashed, and I emerged from the state of dying My head still hurt and I could barely see past my helmet I took it off, and […]

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State of the Nation: Going Nowhere, Slow

State of the Nation: Going Nowhere, Slow

Hello everybody, Efosa is here again; SumtinJustHappenRightNow. It’s been 6 months of hibernation for me and I have mixed feelings about my second coming. Nigeria seems to be on a time loop so we live in a constant state of déjà vu; we invent newer ways to make old mistakes. As this is my first […]

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