Madam, I dey sick

You know how they would say, that which you judge you shall become, and we'll say, I judge you Dangote, I judge you Otedola... This time, it's something else I judged...  "Madam, I dey sick" Oh lord, let it not be waheed. "Madam, I dey sick!" The tempo went a notch higher and I pressed … Continue reading Madam, I dey sick

Hotel Nigeria

I think Africa is pregnant for another Rwanda'94... And it will be born in Nigeria... I smell great war... “These radio men and their chatter, putting unnecessary fear in people .” I mutter to myself as I clear the dishes from yesternight, Geo left in the parlor. This is the second time he would be … Continue reading Hotel Nigeria

Soja come. Soja go.

I Watched the back of the man walking by, my heart in trembling palpitations, silently hoping it wasn't him with those girls. First he dropped one off and picked another on his way out. Staring out of my apartment window, I hoped it wasn’t him but even I knew the fates were not in my favor that night, and I stood for the entire 30 minutes it took him to be done and leave her apartment.

Goodbye Baby

We would drive out of the hospital or whatever this is, in silence. He would drop me off at Tolani’s place – she was the only person I could use to escape from the house. He would then go on to Yolanda and tell her how long his day was and how he was stuck in traffic and she would comfort him while I bled my son’s life out. I would recover in a few months, of course. I would bounce back at school, finish with my 4.0 and travel to an obscure country to hide away from Shola, posting Yolanda’s pictures on snapchat and the gram.