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.

60 Sides of Pain

by Dexter Joseph

“My name is Jonathan N’ike, or better yet, Jonathan Ndubuisi,”he spoke through gritted teeth, eyes on Maazi Ibe. Once he sensed the confusion from those before him, his gaze and finger turned to Ikemefula. “I’m his son.”

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.

A mother’s love is a must

by Jennifer Nwanede

It was obvious that he was not just a good hustler but he was also trying to make sure he made sales. My friend and I were moved to buy the vegetables even though they didn’t look so fresh.

And A Hush Fell…

by Mayowa Oluwashanu

She slammed the knife on the counter and rubbed her temple with her forefinger and thumb. He was stressing her again and he knew it. Rather than have them iron out the issue, she would lock up again. He wasn’t expecting her to, but she spoke up.

In Search of the Father

by Uche Nzube Divine‎

The man paused, turned around, and spoke in a big, gruffly voice. “Contained in that box are the ashes of your late father. Resurrect him and you will know what you are.”

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.

For Us

By Tolulope Obasuyi

That broke Cara. Bringing Tommy up was like poking an open wound with a needle. She stood up and went to the bathroom, silently staring at her face in the mirror. After some minutes, Cara heard the sound of footsteps and the door closing. So she went back into the room, hugged her pillow and thought of the first man she had loved.

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.

Rueful Disquiet (1)

by Allen Ovanstone

His eyes were fixed on Annabelle’s pictures hanging loosely on the side wall of his rented apartment. He ran through the whole detail again and was sure he didn’t miss a thing. He had marked her out. He could have easily singled her out from the crowd, but what held him back? A premonition?

War Survivors

by Omobolaji Ibadi’aran Omotade

At the height of the “First Gulf War” or “Holy Defence”, a young boy of twelve years who had been recruited to carry a bomb to be detonated at the Jahan square, ran away. The horror he felt he would see at the beautiful busy square, full of innocent people going about their day’s work to provide for their daily needs burnt to ashes, motivated his action.

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.