Stella strolled into the grocery store, one hand clutching the cell phone glued to her left ear, while the other hand fiddled with the contents of her handbag.
Where was the list?
Rummaging among receipts of past purchases and other pieces of paper, she finally emerged triumphant. In her right hand, she held the prize: a short, handwritten list of items she absolutely had to buy that evening.
Not that she couldn’t remember three basic items without a list. Far from it. But for whatever reason, writing it down, just the process alone, all that fuss made the goal a little more special: a home-cooked meal of plantain pottage with bits of nchuawun* added to give it a little something extra.
In place of nchuawun, or ahimu as some people called it, which was clearly unavailable in this small town, she would have to make do with basil. This pottage recipe was one a friend had sent her earlier in the week, after Stella had casually mentioned that April was her “month of plantain.”
“What do you mean?” Etunu had asked in disbelief. “Other people are declaring that April is their month of supernatural abundance, but na plantain you dey face. Why?”
Stella chuckled and her reply was: Read More
Quit distracting me. I am trying to write.
Welcome to a brand new week! And guess what’s happening today? No, they’re not giving away free suya samples at the mall (you wish).
The final part of On the Road to Makurdi is here.
Read and enjoy.
…. And have an awesome week ahead! Read More
Happy Thursday! I hope you had a fantastic Easter. For those who actually had an Easter Monday holiday, I’m not very happy with you right now … cos I didn’t get one.
Anyway, ignore my sulking. Here’s Part 2 of the current short story, On the Road to Makurdi.
Enjoy! Read More
I wrote this story sometime last year, but never got round to publishing it till this year.
Here’s a summary of this rather short story:
A young man travels from Lagos to Makurdi for one purpose: to meet a young woman he has never seen before. However, a chance encounter with a stranger on his journey will change his life profoundly.
And now, for Part 1 of On the Road to Makurdi.
Enjoy! Read More
Kirikata, kirikata …. Lol! I couldn’t resist adding that there.
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Of course, I hope you’ll join me at the new address. Consider this a formal invitation. Read More
I have used a chewing stick once in my life. Just once, as far as I can remember. Who knows what I did before I started teething. We shall not discuss that here.
Okay, maybe I will. Not today, sha. But for a small fee, I might be persuaded to …
Back to the matter. The chewing stick matter.
Ehen, as I was saying …
I remember the taste and smell of the chewing stick. Clearly, it was not a pleasant experience as I have not for one day in my life said to myself:
“Hmmm …. This toothbrush is not werking. Time to switch to a more archaic tool. Aha! I’ll use a chewing stick!”
Nope. This has never ever happened. And it will never ever happen.
But what if it was the other way round, and you have always used a chewing stick? What do you think your chewing stick would say to you?
Well, I imagined it and decided to share it. Read More