• My Public Transport Diaries,  Travel Diaries

    My Public Transport Diaries: Episode 3

    ​ First, I’m deeply sorry this episode came late! I woke up Wednesday morning to discover I couldn’t unlock my own phone. . . ? I did aeons of troubleshooting before I discovered it was truly beyond me! Just got it today and I must say it was one hell of experience. . .and I had a package to track but thank God, the koko iz I’m back!? Now shall we. . . N A S T Y  EATERS! I think that’s the peak of my pet peeve when it comes to public transporting! Standing them (naija English) is the truest test of my tolerance ‘cause mehn! some people can…

  • Flash Fiction,  Personal Diaries

    Did You Miss Me???? ||Finding The Dead

    Happy New Month Ibukun-lovers?(unfortunately I can’t find an emoji with a covered face here?) or is it Happy New Year? I’ve missed y’all! Did you miss me? Not so much? Little? Greatly? Thanks to everyone who sent a mail, DMd me on IG to find out what’s up with me. . . but I’ve been great. . . apart from the normal life challenges we all have at one point in time, not so much of an alarming situation. Today, I’m grateful for the gift of life, challenges faced, mistakes made and the journey I’m walking and another phase of healing and rising God is walking and putting me through.…

  • Flash Fiction

    She Died

    My name is Nkiru. I was just seven when Papa started beating Mama. Every night, he would watch those violent movies over and over again like he was learning new styles to practice on her. After he was done, he’d head to Mama’s room and I would hear her scream. She’d scream so bad begging for help that merely returned to her as echoes. With my tiny hands, I’d bang the door. I’d plead to Papa to open but he wouldn’t answer until he was done. He’d look at me with his hands adjusting his trousers and say “silly girl, one day, I might hit you with one of these…

  • Flash Fiction

    EWU "GOAT"

    I was fifteen when Mama had my sisters. The Dibia said she’d have a long delay but no one had thought it was to be ten years after I had clocked five. Papa was unconditionally supportive. No one in the community ever waited that long before marrying another wife,  but he never hid the fact that he wanted a son. I could remember what Papa’s response and countenance was like when the news of Mama’s safe delivery was delivered to him. Papa looked like he had tasted human shits mixed with cow dung in his ofe nsala. “Abomination! Tufia! Evils. The gods have sent me evils again. . . Onyemachi,…

  • Flash Fiction

    Eke Market

    This piece was originally published on artymedium.com of course by yours truly! Enjoy. “Amaka, how many times have I told you to stop dragging that your useless feet up and down the house like you don’t know today is Eke market?” Eke market day was once always one to look forward to. Mama’s voice always sounded differently every Eke market. It was always like that was the only day the gods had declared her fortunate. Mama sells like say juju dey worry her even to the intimidation of the once friendly Mama Ugo who would shout, scream, curse and threaten Mama. “No be the same market we dey sell?” “E…