We were two famished al-majiris on the rickety ladder–Farm, the boy they say is probably my brother–and I. We were climbing sluggishly like two giant lizards...
Author - Esomnofu Ebelenna
Chima, How can I forget to remember that you are six feet down in this red soil where these green grasses are waving merrily in the wind like a thousand tiny...
When I wanted to lower myself down in our church pew, I slipped and fell, spectacles and Bible, into the fire that was Pastor Alex’s eyes. Silence...
The romantics tirelessly buzz that love is wicked. But me, I always tell them that love is not wicked; it’s benign and beautiful. Like a rose in the sun...
From the Jobless Nigerian, Onitsha, Anambra State. To His Excellency, President, Federal Republic of Nigeria. Dear Sir, The radio and TV pontificate that you...
