STILL, AT SEA

WRITTEN BY IWUNDU WISDOM Okays, okays. Heartbreak may be more personal for some people. I’ve dedicated a very short story to such people. Here: Akin’s hands had been shaking when he’d held Margaret’s letter: “Hi Akin, When you said you didn’t want to be without me for the next 60 …

BULGE

WRITTEN BY IWUNDU WISDOM Three months has passed since Basic 5 got a new class teacher. But I’ve been fondling his penis since I grew breasts. Especially after school. He zips down when everyone’s gone and slips it out. It felt so warm the first time I held it, but …

ENSLAVED

WRITTEN BY NZEH UCHE SUNNY The full moon brightly shined, but the night could not be darker for Amunike as he ran through the woods for his life. His heart pounded, imprinting on his chest as he soared through the cold stable wind. They chased; some on horses, others on …

KING OF GIRLS

WRITTEN BY CHIOMA NGAIKEDI A Bomb isn’t always made of gun powder and mercury. Sometimes, It is the tension threatening to explode in your pounding heart as you sit in the doctor’s office awaiting your HIV result. Chude is your name and you are the ladies’ man. At 33, money …

THE REVENGE OF THE GODS

WRITTEN BY NZEH UCHE In a land very far away, lived a warrior king vastly known for his arrogance… Night had finally won the day in the battle for domination and the bonfire in the middle of the crowd ignited like a sacrifice for gods. King Ajala and his people …

SCAR — 1

WRITTEN BY OZOVEHE EMMANUEL ADEM Mr Sam and his wife were having a heated argument after they received a call from their son’s school that he was to be suspended for two weeks because of malpractice. “This woman! I have always emphasised the need to educate Junior, your son, to …

PRIVATE SIN

WRITTEN BY CHIOMA NGAIKEDI It was a rainy night, when a black Mercedes-Benz car halted at the foot of the Iroko tree by the forest. Frederick alighted, his black shoe stepped into the muddy waters. He was holding a flashlight and a brown suitcase. His black tuxedo was drenched but …

THE CAVE

WRITTEN BY CHIOMA NGAIKEDI Inside the dark Iteri cave at the foot of the mountain in Ijebu village. A lone figure was dangling from side to side, his arms chained to the two sides of the wall. He was naked; Stark. Marks of fresh wounds lined his body. It looked …

HEAD WIFE

WRITTEN BY CHIOMA NGAIKEDI This is the land she calls home; Zaria. A land of rocks and rushing rivers. A land of crafts and cultures. The land of bravery. She knows the land like she knows the veins at the back of her palms—She has hawked kilishi in Sabon Gari …