My Son is Coming Home

My son is coming home. Aunty Biodun, my mother’s sister is here. She is aged now, but still bothers to cook a meal she thinks he would like. Her grin summons the lines by her eyes to stretch like tired lanes when she says, ‘I know he will love it.’ I smile back a response, […]

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The matching faces of Ake.

Warning: This is a rant. Let me talk about Ake ’16 before we enter the New Year and people start looking at me wankain if I mention it in January. Me I dihnuh exactly enjoy it sha. I don’t know really. Maybe I’m just weird. Or maybe it’s because I came very late and was […]

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Paranoia | 3

By Santi Femi 6 Lagos. June, 2014 I don’t usually do this hanging out with strangers, she said as her gangly fingers animatedly shot towards him and back towards her. Emeka kept his gaze on her, steady. Is that your regal way of asking for an introduction? She smiled, and pulled a weave of hair […]

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Paranoia | 1

By Santi Femi Every time she loved, she did not know it was love because it did not feel like love anymore. 1 Lagos; May 2014 This is not Facebook. This Twitter, ehn, you can be and yet not be to the rest of the world, Ngozi said to him when she convinced him to […]

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I’m going to Paris.

I have a dream. (Don’t be fooled please, it’s not that deep. I understand everyone is being introspective now that Mark Zuckerberg is in Lagos, wondering what their life’s purpose is and how some don’t even have ten million naira to their names when the smallish genius is worth billions of dollars. Ndo. He is […]

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