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SHORT STORY: Three Is Company By Hannah Onoguwe

SHORT STORY: Three is Company by Hannah Onoguwe

The sudden roar that erupted from the living room made Dumebi jump. Then she rolled her eyes. Now, why didn’t I shut the door? She tucked her feet under her as the voices lashed out. “The guy nor get sense o.” “Is he blind? What the f—” “Please, Mafo.” Obi’s voice. “Language. Or I might have to reconsider our friendship.” Mafo hooted. “Chei, see forming.” “No, madame is nearby.” The first guy’s voice. What was his name again? Goodhead? Largeheart?…

Michael Afenfia: The Year Of The Cervical Collar

Michael Afenfia: The Year of the Cervical Collar

Cervical collars, also known as neck braces, are now a must-have, if you are a Nigerian politician. My first encounter with these lifesavers was as a youth corps member in Marina Lagos, posted to the head office of one of Nigeria’s commercial banks. Before then, I only saw them on TV and on rich people every now and then. Foolish, I know, but for some inexplicable reason, I associated them with some form of bourgeois. And for the life of…

The Mechanics Of Yenagoa (XVII)

The Mechanics of Yenagoa (XVII)

Click here to read the previous episode Oyintari, AKA Jigger, AKA Sucking Blood, asked me what Saka looked like, and so I handed over to her the only copy of his photograph I had. It was from four years ago during Anda’s dedication in Reverend Ebizimor’s church. He was not alone in the picture. Back then, Broderick hadn’t joined the workshop, so it was Aguero and me in the middle, flanked by Saka to our right and Biodun on our…

Michael Afenfia: Open Letter To Femi Adesina’s Friend

Michael Afenfia: Open Letter to Femi Adesina’s Friend

Dear Femi Adesina’s friend, I trust this letter meets you well. Sorry I can’t ask about your family because I do not know if you’re married or still single, but I believe I can ask about your job. So, how is that going? I’ll take a wild guess and say you’re a civil servant; your friend Femi strikes me as the kind of person who’d have lots of them as friends because he’s likely to have had a humble beginning…

The Lone Carpenter By Wilfred Deigh

The Lone Carpenter by Wilfred Deigh

Today, I drove past the Hills along the high way, the sleepy skies yawned in my rear-view as the morning sluggishly woke from slumber. I beheld the lone carpenter in his workshop making the 100th coffin with passion reeling in his eyes. He'd wipe the sweat off his face with a smile Like he knew the world was going to end today and as death's superhero that he is, He'd be the last and lone survivor cleaning up death's mess…

The Mechanics Of Yenagoa (XVI)

The Mechanics of Yenagoa (XVI)

Saka was back! How did I know this? He was singing again. In fact, he had been singing all day, to the delight of Biodun and BRD and the amusement of our customers. “Pepper ri pe pepper dey pepper, no go dey do pass yaself, pepper ri pe pepper dey pepper, no go dey do pass yourself...” Saka went on and on all day. For reasons best known to him, he stayed with Kizz Daniel all day, but by early…

Don’t Stay Silent! Nigerian Lives Matter

Don’t Stay Silent! Nigerian Lives Matter

This week I survived a scare. What I found to be of particular interest in the course of it was that I did something I had never done before. For the first time ever, I put up a post on social media announcing a trip I was about to embark on. Even while at my destination, I acknowledged likes from people and responded to a couple of comments about my trip. I even had a few laughs about my last…