What Are you Reading? Chika Ike Wants to Know

Actress Chika Ike is on a mission to find the next good read! The superstar took to Instagram (where everything happens these days) to ask her fans to suggest to her the best books she could read. And they did. Come to think of it, I found it sexy that she did that because nothing is sexier than a beautiful woman who is also a bookworm; believe me. And I’ve always known that Chika is an intellectual, but never quite realised just how much of a bookworm she is until…

“Doors” and other Poems

CLOSED DOORS! They say to me- “you are not welcome.” Knock knock; will you let me in? “No…you’re not one of us!” Closed doors are all I see It’s like a curse on which spell I’m under Why does it have to be this hard? *KNOCKS*… Please let me in! The replies are just the same [always] It’s sad to be rejected Rejected by those you want; need A dangerous plight for a creative mind… Why does it have to be so difficult? Why doesn’t breakthrough come easily? Why this…

The Teenage Diary

14/11/2014 Dear diary… Today was embarrassing! Many awkward things happened to me all at once, one of which being my mother’s discovery that I own an android phone. She ceased the phone, went through its content [without my permission], and became privy to all of my little secrets. Can you believe that she actually scanned through all of my social media platforms and read all of my conversations? She violated my privacy! Like…how can she do that to me?! I am so unhappy with my mother right now.  But my…

The helplessness of Chance by Akinlabi Omo-Oso

CeCe woke up that morning on a wave of positive feelings―residual joy from the meeting with her adviser the day before. Recalling now the tenor of their conversation, but even more particularly, the part she had dreamt of and replayed in her mind ever since: “If you continue with this steam for the next three semesters CeCe, you will graduate top of your class, hell, maybe the entire university!” said Professor Douglas in his characteristic irreverent style, the only one of her lecturers who didn’t call her Cecilia―the name she…

Those Times I almost Died

I was eleven years old when I first had a close encounter with death, no thanks to a serious bout of malaria. It was the type that makes one hallucinate and see “witches” crawling on the ceilings. For many weeks on end, I was bed-ridden. I could hardly feel my body, even though I was constantly aware of the immense pain I was in. Everyone dear to me became scared that I might die. They cried by my bed and prayed all kinds of prayers. Mind you, I had no…

Meeting a familiar Stranger on a London Train

The train made a stop to drop off some passengers. And as they disembarked, I spotted among them a man that looked very familiar. He was Mr Orji, my former employer at a private secondary school in Lagos where I had taught for one year upon graduation from the university. My eyes trailed him as he walked from the back of the train to a seat closer to the exit where he sat.  The train soon began to move, all the while my gaze was focused on the man even as I very much tried to restrain the urge to walk over there and talk to him. I had lots of things to tell him. And telling him all those things right there on the train could only cause much embarrassment for the both of us.

The Unraveling Mysteries

First, I felt him constantly staring at me everywhere I went. And then I saw him in brief flashes, eyeballing me as I walked down the streets. He was everywhere- at the supermarket and at the library…

The Teacher with the big Breasts

In my new school, there was this young female teacher whom everybody loved to hate. I bet she was disliked mainly because she was a pretty woman. Tall, skinny, fair-skinned and big-breasted, she was the envy of the rest of the teachers who were mostly females. Perhaps it was the breasts that they hated the most. After all, those were the most visible part of the young teacher. Indeed, it was almost impossible to ignore those breasts; voluptuous as they were. I remember how my mates I fixated on them…

The Houseboys

Several hours after arriving at their new madam’s home, the twins got to explore the place. Mrs Ijioma’s was a three bedroom flat, located on the uppermost part of the building, and the nicest of course. It was the only flat with its own inbuilt kitchen, toilet and bathroom, and this was expected considering that this was the same flat the late Mr Ijioma lived in prior to his death. The woman had forcefully claimed the flat for her own, arguing that since she was her late husband’s first wife,…

How it all Began (Story)

I was young when it all happened; the incidents that changed my life. It was a chilly harmattan night in mid-December 1995 at a place called Igbere, and my mother was in our smoky kitchen cooking dinner with my sister Rose. My twin brother and I were lying side by side on the cold sandy ground beside my father’s old rocking chair, our gazes up in the starry night sky…