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 | 2

By Santi Femi 4 November 2010 It began one evening in Mbaduku when, as she settled on the boulder of rock she used to sit on just to get enough reception to power the internet, a friend request notification dropped and increased the number of pending friend requests to 214. At first she wanted to […]

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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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Library De Tuerie ii

June 6th, 1998 ‘So errr… hip hip!’ ‘Hurray!’ He cut the red ribbon, and the handful of smiling people behind him let out another cheer. The governor’s representative was an awkward lanky fellow whose clothes swayed along with his strides. He had a slight limp when he walked, a wry smile too; as though the […]

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Library de Tuerie

Tuesday, January 5th. Blanca’s alarm startles her. 6:30pm. She looks around, realizing the library is empty. The man to her right has a wine scarf thrown about his neck and a goatee that makes him look scruffy. He is seemingly oblivious of anything else around him. Behind her is a woman, about fifty. She hums […]

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Fiendish Friend (end)

Haruna had not always been this way. He was bred in the most civil areas of Jos, studied in the finest schools and even grew up on Sunday school. His fourth year in high school was the beginning of his troubles. One afternoon, under the scorching sun amidst the serene Plateau skies, he had lost […]

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Fiendish Friend

He watched her eat. Her thin lips enveloped the food with such precision that the spoon was wiped clean after every scoop. He wondered if she was a shy person; he didn’t like shy girls. He liked his women confident, assertive and bold. A shy girl was easy to conquer, and he detested easy prey. […]

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