Chief had a delicious sleep for the first time in many months. Technically, sleep should not be qualified with such a term because It is not Nigerian jollof-rice. I know there is a war still ongoing between Ghanaians and Nigerians as to which country holds the bragging rights for the best jollof-rice in Africa. Where were the Ghanaians when Nigerians used the power of jollof-rice to get independence from the British? Or when Nigeria jollof-rice was the biggest source of …
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His lovely slim tie was placed neatly beside his well-starched and ironed white cotton shirt. It wasn’t one of those white shirts that were on the borderline, closer to brown than white. It was pristine, slim fit and expensive too. On the bed, he neatly arranged his black suit and red linen pocket square. His shined shoe was custom made by Stacy Adams, as almost all of the shoes he had, lined up in his 6 tier wooden shoe …
Akin had great pleasure breaking the news to me as we sat in the car headed back to central Abuja city. It felt like an ice-box had replaced my heart. I was cold, and in shock, a little more shock would have been all that was needed for a heart attack. It wasn’t that Chyoma didn’t have a right to move on. But she deserved better. She was the closest thing to my idea of an angel. It felt as …
Akin was stunned. It was hard to believe the gravity of his mistake. Never had he been that careless, not in many years of scheming. “It’s Fred’s fault,” he said out loud, hitting the steering wheel in annoyance. Things couldn’t go south now, not after he had done so much work to get to this point. Parking the car, Akin got down, and then he handed the Key to Fred. It was 5 minutes to 10:00 pm. “Baba, no vex …
“Would you say a prayer before we eat?” Chyoma urged Akin, who was sitting opposite her. The time was 6:00 pm, their meeting was later than they had scheduled because Arik Air had delayed Chyoma’s flight to Abuja by over two hours. Sheraton never looked so good like it did to Akin this night. “Sure let’s bow our head.” Akin was dapper in a black tuxedo and it was complemented with a flawlessly shined George Cleverly black shoe. “Lord we …
It was time to leave Grand square, we all got into Chioma’s Bentley (flying Spur, 2014 model). It had tinted glasses, and the interior was custom-made in Italy. It was simply a car made for beauty and glory. Mehn! Everyone, everything and everywhere looked beautiful when seen through the rare view of a Bentley – 2014 model. We had just driven for about three minutes before it dawned on me that Akinyele was in the car with us. I thought …
FRANCES “Sweetheart, you will find a man who is worthy of you. I didn’t invest this much in you, to give you off to some riffraff. You deserve more”. I think that was the eighteenth thousandth time I was listening to my dada repeat these same words since I turned eighteen. My name is Frances Anita Iheanacho. I’m not your everyday kinda girl, thanks to my dad. I’m 22 years old, and I have a Ph.D. in applied physics from …
If we held hands Would there be chemistry? Would I understand why Oxygen needs two molecules of Hydrogen to become water? Or why Sodium reacts with Chloride to liven up my pot of soup? If I asked Einstein Could he help me understand why there’s a force field that keeps me revolving around you? That should be easy, since he can explain syzygy When I’m still trying to understand why E=mc2 I know my heart should take a beat at …
It was her turn to take the vow, she slid her hand forward and took his. Looking into his eyes, she recited the lovely vow she had written for him: “I’ll love you forever, I’ll keep your heart safe. I’ll hang a mistletoe everywhere around the house, so you would never cease to kiss me (he smiled). I promise to remain your favorite girl. If our boys turn out to be half the man you are, then I would know …
Love used to live on hope street, But she moved away. Now the days are long And the nights even longer. So, I moved into her house on hope street, Just to remember her once more. The memories were lucid, I knew they would last forever. So, while she was away, I slept in her bed, ate her food, wore her perfume. Talked in her voice Laughed like she would And then I cried all alone. Looked out the window …
Days Hours Minutes Seconds I’ve loved you since it was a quarter past 6, That would be five years ago on July, the 6th. Like time, which cannot be seen, In my eyes you look the same as when you were sixteen. But time is never patient, Just like you; It’s been running away, Just like you. Time gave me a clock so I could number my days, But without you it’s just boring Junes and Mays. I’ll love you …
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