Puppet Country

If you spend enough time on social media platforms, particularly Facebook, you may have seen any number of posts saying: “ignore this if you’re heartless” or “scroll down if you don’t love God/Jesus/your mum”… Why do Nigerians go ahead  and comment on or like such posts? Can it be fear and ignorance? Is there an unspoken understanding that such behaviour is normal or acceptable?

I Stand With Humpity Dumpity

That thing they call irritable bowel syndrome or IBS for short can be quite a bitch! If you didn’t know, ask somebody… better still, let me explain. IBS has been listed as one of the illnesses plaguing Nigeria’s President Buhari. If we’re to call it as it is, IBS is a disease. An extremely malignant virus with a bad attitude, it is no respecter of persons.

Leadership By Example

Oyibo dey call am “monkey see, monkey do. As Naija nor get time for long story, we dey call our own “copy-copy” and yes, we suppose sabi am because e dey our body. Nah the same copy-copy wey make Lagos people begin feel say dem fit escape all their palava for inside lagoon we dey talk, but make we leave dat lagoon gist small for now. As I begin watch politrickians for tee-vee since I dey for pikin; for my mind, na chair dem dey use win argument… anytime wen…

Aliskywalker 6: Conditioning

I couldn’t get myself to stand up when I came to… scratch that; I couldn’t muster the courage to open my damned eyes. My attacker had just dumped the whole content of a three litre orange juice bottle previously designated for breakfast down my face and I had sputtered convulsively, so yeah! They knew I was conscious.

Sherikoko And the Boyfriends of Tomorrow

Bobo jam baby for supermarket, nah so dia own super story begin… small small, like turn to love, friend turn to honey, e nor teh dem gree to jam again for house make dem fit to play night soundtrack take pepper dia neighbours but dat na only de season 1.

Alisky Walker 5: Knock Knock Knock!

  Colonel Bello Sitting across the Aces Apartments on Isah Mahmoud Street, her detailed assessment finally fell on the dark rosewood blinds behind Ali’s light blue window-panes. The two bedroom apartment at number 54 she surmised would still be relatively unfurnished occupied an Eastern corner on the