Let us write about love exactly how we have felt it. You and I are broken and confused twenty-something year olds. Because we are an extinct specie, we cannot even start to imagine what our future would

People don’t look at your personality first. People judge you automatically by your looks and then try to get to know your personality. But the second they don’t like your looks, they don’t get to know

It started like joke like joke. One day, Uncle Majority came to our house, after ten years of everyone knowing nothing of his where-about, begging my father to accept him back as one of us. "It's

Hello, I'm Derick, I'm a Photographer...I do Portrait, runways and also street photography...Subsequently, i'll post my works here so that ya'll would see and patronise me. I'm single and i come from a

I was in the bookshop yesterday. I hadn't been there in a while. Since my brother came back from Paris, bringing loads of gift items(books, mostly), I didn't see the need to.‎ ‎ Something fundamental,

Overtime, you learn to say 'Yes' , 'Is that so?' , 'I can only imagine', to friends who have very little understanding of "the human condition". Because you know, or, as time lapsed, have tested

He walks like a bicycle. His shoulders, the steering-wheel--two sharp blades on either ends, traversing him to his minds' will and, most probably, the wind. His knees, the pedals, textbooks to

For some people, there is the fear of incapacity to love. These kinds, no matter how gracious and selfless(in a supposedly romantic relationship), would always see the act of love as an act of God, something

Father says, when he dies, he’d like his body to be incinerated, disposed at the crematorium. “Don’t make a fuss of it,” he says. “Don’t spend your days crying. I have lived my life. You should, too. Move

All we have, Father and I, is each other now. In those days, we hardly sat together. I felt it trifling listening to him tell tales of his time in the Force: how many peacekeeping operations he’d been

Our new life hasn’t come without its quirks: sharing a sink while we brush our teeth, watching Crime and Investigation Sunday night and, on weekly impulse, taking a tour through the city in Father’s pickup.

I am a walking mannequin, fallen from the hands of its owner at an auction, shattered and scattered across a floor buried with pretty ugly stones. Glued together, I walk, but no longer are my steps, like

I had a dream you told me to write about something else, something besides love. But love is happiness, I said. You can't separate both. Eh, you said, find a way. Write about a different kind of love;

‎Gift, from a distance, was the dishevelled kind of beauty, the type easily glossed over, because staring at her as in a perspective, she did not particularly catch your interest as would a painting by

I'll be honest, it's hard to come by peace and quiet in Lagos. No matter how many times you spray insecticide in your bedroom, the mosquitoes keep coming back, almost as if they faint for a time, then

Sunday night, the time is 12 a.m., and I am in Elegushi beach, standing on the shore, the crashing waves racing towards me and sweeping the sand beneath my feet. It is cold, windy, and as the water redraws

I have changed. Everybody says so now. "When you first came to film-school you were much nicer, a happier person, now all you do is hide yourself from the rest of us," they say. The older you

The first day we meet, let's not say much, let us simply sit across from each other in a restaurant, quietly. I don't know what you'd like to have but I won't mind chicken wings with ketchup, and Fanta.

Three months have gone by so fast I didn't see it coming. Wasn't it December, or January, when I hadn't yet decided to attend film school...? Many weeks of contemplating if the journey would be worth it?

It was raining the day I met Christabel. We were standing side by side at the car park, waiting the next bus. She had on a yellow raincoat and black galosh. She looked like a school girl with her bag carving