The Night That Was

    Lemme tell u a story of about 17 or so years back (I will use real names apart from Sheldon coz the S real name is unique n everyone will know the lady) So I was in my senior 5 and I was a victim of a strike. The day began well, I…

Don’t Make Me A Woman Again!

    The woes of being a woman Somehow on the day she was born She dint have a penis! But she had trouble. Trouble that she would live and die with. As a young girl she was to sit properly Not over ride bicycles Not climb trees Not walk at night Not shout back,…

The 2017 Writivism Prize Shortlist

Originally posted on Writivism:
The joint shortlist for two 2017 Writivism prizes has been announced today (Monday July 17, 2017). The shortlists were selected by the two different panels of judges for the two respective categories of this year’s prizes. The Short Story Prize is judged by Helon Habila (chair), Sumayya Lee, Ayesha Harruna Attah,…

When Love Was Still A Verb

  As they lay together at the shores of the sea, all that surrounded them at that time was themselves. Obviously the birds in the nearby tree were singing sweet lullabies, as if nodding in their oblivion to what was taking place between their souls, it was a beautiful synchronized melody. The water that was…

The Stomach That Doesn’t Hide

      Show me a man that doesn’t exercise and I will partly see a man with a pot belly.   This is Africa and that is where we live. Yes, reality check, thanks. And in Africa, the bigger a man is, the more he is deemed to have money. But hey, what are…