Another midnight phone call from Emmanuel left me shaken to the bones. My wife had been awoken by the loudness of the ringtone with suspicions about who it was that was calling so late in the night. She didn’t know Emmanuel, and there was no point opening old wounds. So I claimed it was a […]
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, […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
Toks buzzes you about the new group. ‘Mommy jst joind Whatsapp.’ Sigh. There’s a million reasons why you sigh, chief of which is your brother’s incomprehensible mode of writing. You stow the itch to nag him about it. ‘Tell her I’m not on Whatsapp.’ ‘But I alrdy told her I chat wt u all d […]
People began to listen to Tobe on the day of the new yam festival. Papa once said, over garri and nkwobi, that when you find a man who has a more bounteous harvest than you, listen and learn. With his new Camry, I knew I had to swallow my pride and hear Tobe’s talks, trash […]