The HIV Test Palaver

by Nkasiobi ‘Cassy’ Okey

My heart started pounding. I would start sweating even when there was no sun. I told my work chopper wetin dey, he said that we were covered by the blood of the lamb. Obara Hezekiah! Na elu fornication ka obara na-ekpuchi gi? Ijiot.

The Cravings We Lost

by Kathryn Olushola‎

Usually, when people are caught like that, the urge to continue usually dies but instead, it fuelled yours. On your way out of the stadium, you told him about a quiet lane that your friend, Ifeanyi, had named. Ifeanyi called it ‘Lover’s Lane’.

Down The Memory Lane

by Dunu Iruoma

To the people of New Haven, it had been a news splash, featured on the cover page of the dailies, narrating the tragic demise of a teenage girl on her own birthday. To my family, it had been devastating, still is.

TeeScapades: The Girl With The Popping Eyeballs

by Tayo Fasuan

“Are you sure?” She paused before asking, all these while still not directly looking at me and with a thin smile on her lips. I said yes, already seeing this as perhaps the easiest toasting I had ever done, even though they weren’t many as at then. Her perceived shyness and that sweet smile were telling me I was closer to a historic moment.

TeeScapades: My Incredible Tale of ‘Amudo’

by Tayo Fasuan

Amudo, in Yoruba language, is any form of juju that makes you own one or more lady, and make her become your sexual slave. It can be an amulet, a concoction, some incantation or any other form of juju that you can think of. Literarily, it means ‘catch-and-sleep-with’ or as they usually call it, ‘touch-and-follow.

Depraved

by Vivian Dindu Esimoleze

I remember vividly the vigorous moans mother made each night she washes my small penis while bathing me. I was five then, very aware of the situation. I didn’t know the meaning of that action and I didn’t ask her.

Forgive you not, Mama

by Vivian Dindu Esimoleze

The night which almost destroyed me. I could remember vividly the smile mother had given me that night as she shaved my private path. I smiled back at her, oblivious of the game ahead. After cleaning me up, she made me wear the transparent night gown she had bought that day. She walked me to my step father’s room and left me there.

TeeScapades: The Things About Holiday Coaching (2)

by Tayo Fasuan

As I suddenly appeared behind the girl, having allowed them to move into the street properly, they expectedly started running, screaming wildly. I tried holding the one nearest to me, who had incidentally tripped when she wanted to take flight, and it turned out to be my crush.

TeeScapades: The Things About Holiday Coaching (1)

by Tayo Fasuan

As far as I could remember, the opposite sex have always held an attraction to me. In fact, I wonder if there has been a time when I wasn’t having an issue to do with them at all. Being raised with only brothers –four of them – and having gone to an all-boys school kinda did that to me, I guess. So, you can’t blame me; my environment made me.

Anike’s Dailies (3): The Parley

by Tolulope Adeniyan

The next day, Anike was arranging some cartons of biscuits in front of the store when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She shrugged off the hand and turn to see who had the nerves to do that. It was him, the fellow from yesterday night incidents, with reddened eyes and a cigar in his left hand, standing there and looking at her as if he would drag her out and dealt her slaps.

Anike’s Dailies: The Beginning

by Tolulope Adeniyan

It was getting late when Anike quickly packed her plates into the lunch-bag, snapped the handle of the bag off the hanger, and said her greetings to her boss while she dashed out of the shop. It was a Monday evening and Anike was determined to begin the routine of going home early, since it seemed her neighbourhood had turned to where thieves decided to be visiting often and where their properties are to be preyed upon. Even, human soul is not expensive to them.

Rags to Riches (1)

by Chiemelie Onyeka Michael

I grew up in one fell night to watch the toothpaste finished before we cut through it like a cadaver. Then it became so bad at some point we added salts to wash the tongue. Then bread gave way to biscuits, sugar gave way to more salt, then the table became bare. Everything was gone.

Home (1-3)

by Favour Ogbue

My name is Jude Afson. I am eight years old. I have two younger siblings: my six-year old brother, James, who was in nursery three before we stopped going to school two years ago and my baby sister, Maria, two months short of being three years. I was also in Primary Two just two years ago. We stopped going to school because Daddy and Mummy died.

You cannot copy content of this page