Don’t mess with Jumoke is a flash ficton story that vividly portrays the cruelty of school bullying and the bystander effect. Click the link to read more.
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Fẹ́mi’s Hairline: A Short Story
Femi is coming to terms with losing a vital part of his youth: his hair. Can he find solace in realising that his hair alone does not define his identity?
You will not disgrace me: A Short Story
‘You will not disgrace me’: This is a short story about a teenager trying to fit in at her secondary school and a Nigerian mother who won’t allow it.
Flash Fiction: The Routine Appointment
The routine appointment is a flash fiction story about life in a pandemic. The story addresses loss, grief and inconsiderate passengers.
The EndSARS movement From Nigeria to the UK
This is a collaboration piece about the EndSars Nigerian movement written by two Nigerians living in different parts of the world. Adeite is based in Lagos, whilst Ibukun is based in London. In the past few weeks, thousands of Nigerians both in the Diaspora & Nigeria, protested to EndSARS. SARS is/was the Nigerian SpecialContinue reading “The EndSARS movement From Nigeria to the UK”
Flash Fiction: He made me do it
He made me do it is a flash fiction story about childhood.
Flash Fiction: Judgemental Much?
There isn’t much to like about Seun. He has a face that only a mother could love and a wily character to match. Yet, he successfully breaks many hearts: luring one young girl after another into his old car.Right now, he is leaning over the said battered box car, chatting up the doe-eyed girl withContinue reading “Flash Fiction: Judgemental Much?”
Flash Fiction: Dele
I stopped eating the day Dele rejected me. After months of making eyes at him, he had announced in front of all his friends that I was not his type and should leave him alone. I could still hear their resounding laughs as I fled from their presence, running all the way home. In theContinue reading “Flash Fiction: Dele”
Flash Fiction: Why I Changed My name
Oluwabunmi is the name my parents gave me. It’s a Yoruba name that means, God’s gift. At school, my teachers shortened my name to Bunmi even though I preferred the name Olu. That is when the teasing started. The kids called me bum licker. They taunted me as I sat at the lunch table, allContinue reading “Flash Fiction: Why I Changed My name”
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Flash Fiction: The wooden spoon that left a scar
Flash Fiction story about the wodden spoon and the little boy that received a spanking leaving a permanent scar that he is desperately trying to erase.
Ibs Writes 