Buy Me Bread: Graduate’s Anguish – PRINCE JEREMIAH KADIRI

“O boy, you never give me my bread o!” One of the almost chorus like sounding sentences an ex-corps member gets days and even weeks after P.O.P.  In a good mood one could simply return the favour by saying, “Bros I no dey work for bakery na,” but then they begin to emphasize on the ‘my bread’ thing like they sent you to serve in a bakery far away in the East. Well, it is only normal that one buys bread for ‘the homies’ na. Abi how them go take know say you travel or don come from travel ni? But for some reasons you can’t afford not to let the warm rush of blood swirl through your grey matter when the bread-collectors storm your private quarters. Others be like, “You don finish so o,” and no matter how innocent they sound, your mind begin to sink in the shallow depth of ‘What does that mean!?  You begin to think there’s more to what is being said. That is just the beginning. Trust me, your personal person has a sledgehammer question to hit you with. “Now that you are through, what are your plans for us?” Even my scrotal sac shrinks at the sound of that. Everyone wants and or expects something from you. Continue reading

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Pray

I used to be the wide eyed kid
Sitting on the front row of that white pew
Committing to memory, the words preached
Fervently hoping when the trumpet sounds, I’m among the selected few
To make it through those pearly white gates
The eternal reward of those who had faith
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Black Love Diary Part 2

Excerpt from Part 1:

Dad was always the understanding, easy going person while mom was equally cheerful and submissive. I often thought their love was one made in heaven as the chemistry existing between them was so palpable, even a child as little as I was could tell. Annalise, still looking out the window spoke again; unknowingly snapping me out of my short reverie.

“She said that we’ve been betrayed…”

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We could never have seen it coming: that Dad would be caught right at the centre of an extramarital office romance. It was too befuddling to process. The questions of when, how and why proved very difficult to answer. Maybe the signs were there all along. I myself couldn’t tell anyway, the slight nuances that had begun to chip away at the love and spark that existed between mum and dad. But, he had started coming home late from work, missing his evening meals more frequently. Continue reading

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Farewell – FAKOYA SALAMOT

From the scratch,

We never knew

How time flew

Being together

Is like forever

But never mind,

We would live Continue reading

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Stereotypes – OZIOMA OKAFOR

I once thought all apples were green until I saw a red one

I once thought all peppers were red until I saw a green one

I once thought all boards were black until I came across a white one

I once thought all hairs were black until I met a blonde

I once thought all eyes were round until I saw a Japanese Continue reading

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The Chronicles Of Ade Abel Episode 4 – DA JANDY

Excerpt From Episode 3:

They exchanged pleasantries once more before Ade intimated his boss about the gift which his parents sent him to give to his boss as a show of gratitude for being so nice to their boy. “Wow this is lovely Ade, I love cocoa so much where did they get these fine pods from?”
Ade replied that his parents actually had a cocoa plantation and these ones were part of their produce. Mr. Etim thanked Ade once more.

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As Ade left Mr. Etim’s office, the thought which had struck Mr. Etim’s mind concerning the fact that such a worthy young man deserved more than just the job of an office assistant, resurfaced. He had thought about the young man while on vacation in Spain, and had wondered what he could do to assist him become someone great in life. On getting home that day, Mr. Etim’s wife welcomed him. She was surprised to see the nice looking cocoa which her husband brought home. She inquired as to where and how he got the cocoa. Continue reading

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Black Love Diary

The journey from Iwo, Ibadan to the city of Benin was by no means an easy one. Although I was no stranger to this kind of trips, being a third year student of the prestigious purple and gold citadel of academic excellence, the hours seemed to stretch far beyond what I was already used to. All the same, I could never have felt more idyllic by the time I arrived at my lush two-storey hostel overlooking the expressway. With swift deftness, I turned the key in the lock of my condo, pushed the door open and barged right in. Continue reading

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The Devil In Him

Rose came awake with a jerk and she rubbed her eyes with the back of her palm in a disoriented motion. The high pitched laugh that had woken her up came again this time right outside the bedroom door and she knew Daniel was home. He rapped on the mahogany door with heavy blows and cursed loudly.

“Open…I said open the goddamn door Rose, you don’t want to keep a man away from the comfort of his own bed.” His voice was slurred and she knew he was drunk again. Continue reading

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Lousy Joints

My granddad dislikes rainfall. Not just it, he dislikes everything that comes with it; the chilly breeze, the mist, everything. He hates the fact that he has to be reminded once more of the leaking roof that never quits dripping down on the only mattress in the house, forming shapeless obscure pictures in the middle, like the urine of a little baby. The rain doesn’t bother about how he feels nor does it care how I do. It however, hears the curses we yell, which, perhaps is the reason it sneaks on us each time. It doesn’t just come when we are around to place empty buckets on top his priceless mattress he said his wife bought him a long time ago or to place little bowls at another corner near the cupboard where some bags near. It comes with so much intriguing style and it makes him think the rain makers have their eyes on him. Continue reading

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Milk And Honey – SOLOMON UHIARA

My mind is tinted by vagueness surrendering its will

but a vivid sensual orchestra of gentle moaning music

Your crispy black body entangles mine,

letting the sweet excitement therein linger on

On top the roof, the hemisphere of our lovemaking,

and onto the pinnacle of this intoxicating sin

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