The Grass-Cutter Man
By Prince Akatika I am a grass-cutter man, and I have no other destiny than to cut grass in my entire existence. In my village, there is one bush animal called grass-cutter, which I like…
Category: Personal narrative
Factual information about a significant event presented in a format that tells a story
The Albatross Is Dead
by Paul Hook
He was unconventional – old school – in his methods. I apprenticed by working in a barbershop, honing my skills with a straight razor. He taught me how to slit people’s throats while I gave men a close shave. I never once nicked a customer, but after six months, I knew the pressure required to sever an artery or jugular.
Departed
by Mhembeuter Jeremiah Orhemba
Nevertheless, I pray you find peace wherever you are right now. That God shows mercy. That I move on too, though fully aware that anytime I hear the word ‘suicide’, thoughts about you and Akachi will fly back into my face, and that thoughts about what could and could not have been for both of you, will haunt my soul mercilessly.
The Last Baptism
by Anne Bidemi Akinnagbe
“Accept, we ask O Lord, the prayers of your people with the sacrificial offerings, that what has begun in the paschal mysteries may, by the working of your power, bring us to the healing of eternity, through Christ our Lord…”
Thin Lines: A Game of Choices
By Grace Ashele
My bed was cold, but I was boiling up inside. My body was immobile from pains as I drummed my fingers on my thighs and waited my turn. This was a game and I had no say in when it would stop or when it would be my turn to duel. Or make a move. Literally.
The Wanderings of Abeke
by Anne Bidemi Akinnagbe
On my sixteenth birthday, just as the friends started arriving, I left through the kitchen door and ran as fast as I could. The next hour found me at Jay’s hostel. Jay was a second year student of the University of Science and Technology in my town. We had been seeing each other for a few months.
Mr. Frank
by David Solomon
Standing up, I fell down again. My ankle was fully rotten. The icy bony fingers were of a dead woman, with smoke oozing from her black dress, sprawled on the floor. I quailed. Still unable to shout, I tried to drag myself away.
His Plight
by Akuma Chidera Mba
The street swarmed with people who had come out of their houses. As I moved towards the epicenter I saw that most people were moving at a higher pace than I was. Boys my age; men who were way older; women and children had lined up by the side, too afraid to go closer. Sticks and bottles were in almost every available hand.
On This Side Where It Is Cold
by Orhemba Mhembeuter Jeremiah
You inhaled deeply. Because you believe in the idea of a fated soul mate, you have scoured almost everything online about love. Each essay repeats the same thing, encourages you to get out if you truly want to find love. So here you are, like every other preceding evening, resolutely latching onto hopes that your soul mate will walk up to you—out of the blues.
Behind The Mask (1)
by Opeyemi Ojomu
No light comes from the horizon, no shiny stars above. The world seems lifeless, like the aftermath of a nuclear war. Every creature seems to have perished except the frogs whose croaks penetrate the deep silence.
Emmanuella
by Kathryn Olushola
As we walk deeper into the bushes, looking back, we see that our school and church is no longer in sight. Ayo, Martha and the baby remain silent. We are stopped by a human-like creature without arms and legs. Its voice is deep and coarse like that of man. I am not frightened in the least.
And Then We Manifest As Light
by Orhemba Mhembeuter Jeremiah
Raspy breaths escape me without control. My heart palpitates overtly fast. I wriggle my hands as the recognizable screams of our mothers assail my ears. The guards approach with their blazing torches and my skin prickles already. Igba reinforces our grip.
Kachi Ude
by Kathryn Olushola
That was the bombshell. It was so loud and heavy that you cried because it left brunt wounds and bruises on your skin. You were confused. Surely you didn’t feel the same way because you liked 500-Level a lot. You begged him not to do it, not to stop talking to you that you both could work this out, that you could even fall in love with him back, but he went offline and didn’t say anything else.
The Incarnate
by Vivian Dindu Esimoleze
He brought out his phone. Opened his gallery and showed me the picture of the girl. I laughed it off. Bade him farewell and continued my journey. But I was restless throughout the day. The truth is I also died three years ago. But this isn’t my body. The night I died, my soul entered the girl’s body.
Ìyàwó Tuntun (The New Bride)
by Mayowa Oluwashanu
Without warning, she pulled her hands free from my grip and pushed me so hard that I landed on my backside. I saw Eri stood up, and neglecting my pain and hurt, I struggled to my feet and rushed to his side. He’d only cause more trouble for me.