Bọ́lá’s routine appointment has been tactically booked for twelve noon. Working from home has been lonely, but at least she is safe. Outside, the crisp cold London air is mixed with the pungent stench of cigarettes. It has been a while. The scanty leaves lacing the pavement confirms the end of Autumn. Her favourite season.Continue reading “Flash Fiction: The Routine Appointment”
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”
He made me do it is a flash fiction story about childhood.
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”
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”
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.