You met woke guys on Facebook. They discussed the "deep issues": relationships, religion, feminism. So, you joined the clique of woke Nigerian people on Facebook. They tagged you, you tagged

I did this story couple of months ago for our writers' group anthology. But Ada wouldn't let me submit it. So unfortunately, it wasn't published. The story was written for the theme: Secrets and Lies.

My uncle's wife is such a nice woman. Maybe too traditional for my liking, but nice all the same. An evening ago, she served my dinner in a tray with all them ostentatious ceramics despite my protests

I think divorce rates are higher now because nobody is ready to take shit from anybody anymore. It is Sit up or Get out. Act right or shift to-the-left where your shit is packed in a box. Everybody now

"Female secretaries are the worst!" My boss thundered impatiently at no one in particular, spinning around on his swivel chair. He looked pointedly at me, removed the plastic cigar he always

For the fear of coming off as a fat-shamer... "Oga, abeg this woman can't sit with us na. She is quite big." As I said this, I looked solicitously at the woman in question who was standing by

I didn't know I had a funny back until I got into Ikoji High School. My first day in class was terrible and confusing. It was terrible because the moment I hobbled in, a human-repellant came in. All of

Yesterday, I did an experiment on my friends. I have always observed this funny phenomenon in people, so I took it a step further yesterday. We had just finished for the day and were walking back home,

Let me tell you a story. They were very poor as a family. So poor that they struggled to feed, and she couldn’t even afford her children’s school fees. So, sometime in the 90s, she decided to start frying

God, I am, first of all, thankful for life. It ain't easy living the reality of going past bloodied paths, roughened by bumps meant to make a nigga's knees wobble, but a brother's feet have been up thanks

Angel was born into a very rich family, like born with a diamond spoon. She had all the good things of life. She went to the best primary and secondary schools, after which she went to study in an Ivy

and is it really ignorance to think a tough skin makes frail the acceptance of rejection? friend, there is vulnerability in our groins. but after the phase of pains, if i take rigour, write to my heart

i don’t know why each dawn we want to rise and shine is always wrinkled by a new age of disappointment. i want to run past the night and teach morning another trick of rising. but the night is a long journey.

One of the most important aspects of living a healthy and prosperous life is understanding "risk." By this I mean knowing how to understand and analyze situations in life that affect health.

Martha. Stephen. Peter. Phoebe. Paul. Can you truly say that your life mirrors these men and women of faith? Can you test your faith against the faith of the men and women above? If yes, good. If no, why

When I won my first sports competition, I was in primary 3 or 4. Chair racing. I took the first position. Two little chairs, the task was to make sure they got to the finishing line with you. While standing

The four soldiers fled through the forest and the rebels pursued. Jallo was hurt from the ambush at Bayawe; a bullet had lodged between his ribs. He slowed them down. “Just gimme ammo and let me die fighting,

This bike man thought because of grey hair, he can do anyhow. That's how I boarded his bike from GTB road to Adebayo street. I asked him to stop at the junction into my street so i can get watermelons

“Odudu, you’re dulling yourself in this bush,” Obasi said. He glanced about the palm frond fenced enclosure, scornfully eyeing the earthen stools and wooden figurines. “There’s a modern way to expand your

pixabay “Get that thing out of my house!” mother screamed at me. “GETTITOUT! “ “Mama, it’s just a cat, “I said, holding up the animal. Mother grabbed a broom and came at me. The cat let out a frightened