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!
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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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
I suppose you read the title. Wishful thinking, ba?
From time immemorial, Nigerians have always crashed weddings. Okay, I know “crashing” sounds like a bad word, but if you were not invited to the wedding, i.e. you did not get an invitation card, or some sort of invite, then you’re a wedding crasher. Simple.
Yoruba people call it “Mo gbo, Mo ya,” which literally means “I heard, and I branched / stopped by,” and it applies not just to weddings, but to any kind of celebration: birthdays, house-warming, etc. Once they hear about it, they shall be there. Read More
It’s the last day of January, and what better way to celebrate the end of the month, than share the end of a story?
Don’t answer that.