The gate-man only hears his name when you attach, ‘come and take’ to it. Other than that, a permanent growl is plastered over his face,..
Day 1 The trip from Lagos was long. Very long. I thought the driver looked vaguely familiar but I didn’t recognize him until the bus..
There’s this odd painting in our shack. It’s of an unusual house with one window. This house is camouflaged with several corners. The corners obviously..
“I saw Gideon,” my sister told me on the phone the moment I said hello. “Which Gideon?” I asked “Gideon of Number..
Most good stories about cars often start with either a good ride in them or a gratified attempt to own them in their grandeur...
“How does the story end?” her hand, the one that wasn’t holding the microphone, flew in the air and fluttered around slightly at the..
Ishola omo Aderohunmu, why are you pushing me to raging flames with your words? Maybe you have not heard about that fool who accidentally..
Two nights ago, I was at a housewarming party of a colleague from work, holding a glass of wine, and admiring one of the paintings..
While Oloye sat at the centre of the village with other men on raffia mats as they drank otika, beer made from guinea corn that..
For months, we have worked assiduously to create a platform that celebrates and curates the most important and beautiful works of literary and visual art..
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